No one ever tells you this but one of the biggest sacrifices you make when you have a baby is not sleep. It’s not your social life. It’s not even a good hot shower. It’s baking. Yes, baking.
When I feel tired and helpless and frustrated and emotional and exhausted and and and… you get the idea. I think about the moments in between when he lights up my life like nothing ever has. And everything is worth it.
Happy new year from Sam and I. We plan on having lots of fun in 2014!
Where has the time gone? 2013 has been quite the year for me. We got married (ok, granted that was 27 December 2012 but who’s counting), got pregnant, bought a house and oh hey, we had a baby! As is the common outcome of getting pregnant, I suppose. But in all seriousness, What A Year.
“Welcome to the world, beautiful baby boy”, reads the card. What it omits to say is “welcome to the world, a world full of unsolicited advice, beautiful baby boy”. Much like the urban myth that stress induces labour, this too holds true. The undeniable fact that having a baby opens the flood gates for one and all to tell you how to look after your baby and how to look after yourself (because clearly you’ve failed for the past three decades to do the latter).
Before I starting warbling on, I should probably warn you that this post isn’t about a chocolate marble chiffon cake at all. What, you say? I know this is misleading, given that yes, that there is a photo of some chocolate marble chiffon cake. And in an effort to avoid being sued for a misuse of your time, the recipe is indeed on the bottom of this post, so feel free to scoot down there. This post – as will be many future posts I’m sure – is about… baby! Surprised? Don’t be.
Actually – and this will surprise you – this post isn’t strictly about baby.
Didn’t I say I was going to run out of time? It was as though the universe was trying to tell me something, but here I was, thinking I had weeks up my sleeve, to relax in my roundness as much as I could and watch endless hours of guilt-free day time TV (because not so secretly, I actually love Dr Phil) before a little person came into my life.
Well, needless to say, the relaxation didn’t happen, nor did Dr Phil. On 9 October at 3:12pm AEST, a little man decided that cramped quarters were no longer his style and pushed his way into the world, a full three weeks early.
Say hi to baby Samuel.