WE MEET AGAIN

Well this is interesting. It seems as though I get this invigorating urge to post... once a year. I missed last year though (sorry 2024, you didn't quite make the cut). Now it's halfway through 2025 and we're feeling alive. Ready to thrive. High five?

A lot has happened in the past 2 years. Got married. Moved into our new home. Went on a ravishing honeymoon that, over a year later, I wish I was still on. Birthed a literal baby. I'm trying to think what else has happened. Bear with me. Also, not me googling 'is blogging still popular in 2025?'. I miss this. I miss reading my favourite blogs and then writing witty paragraphs that I force-feed to hubby so I know that at least one person is reading. Cute, huh? Just a gal who wants to write - apparently only once a year though, so let's make this one great.

So yes, we got married. Our wedding was everything we dreamed of. Planning was pretty hectic - it's literally a full-time job. But it was worth it, we had the best day of our lives. I still cry everytime we look at our photos or watch our video (which reminds me I need to print some photos for our bare walls). We went to Hamilton Island for our honeymoon, and I'd give anything to go back there tomorrow. It's honestly the dreamiest place (especially dreamy for Sam because there's a very nice golf course there). The food is fab, the shops are cute, there's no Maccas, you drive around in a golf buggy everywhere, and if you're lucky, you'll spot a family of kangaroos in the yard of your accommodation. Corny, but take me back.

Also, since when did I have a 10-week old child? I'm still in disbelief that she's here. And honestly, I'm not sure the feeling of disbelief will ever really go away. Sometimes it still randomly hits me (like the swipe of her razorsharp-Edward-Scissorhand-nails) throughout the day that she's here. She's just the best. She has my quirks & her dads face - what more could we want? Today she's wearing a mint green corduroy tracksuit (that I wish came in adult size) and she looks so damn cosy. She wakes up from naps with the biggest smile on her face, and does the cutest little adult-sized baby farts that not only a mother would love - the latter must be from dad too. I didn't come back just to talk about my baby & motherhood, but while we're here you might as well grab a cup of tea or a glass of wine. Okay fine, we'll keep this part short 'n sweet.

Pregnancy is wild. It still boggles my mind that I grew a tiny human inside of this body. I am so thankful for the experience that we had - I honestly count my lucky stars. Also, is it not the craziest thing that I grew FINGERNAILS inside me? A pair of eyes? I don't think I ever truly appreciated how incredible our bodies are until now. Looking back on bump pics & kick videos and thinking, it was her along - the sweetest thing. I went into labour at around 1am. It had just ticked over to Mother's Day, and funnily enough I had said at my baby shower a few weeks before, 'wouldn't it be cute to give birth on Mother's Day?'. I was pretty in denial about the fact that it could actually be labour, because pregnancy itself just feels like the longest time. I was like, ahh the ol' Braxton Hicks, but wait, a little bit of pain.. that's strange. It got to 3am and I rang the midwife, to be told 'yep, sounds like you're in labour'. It was happening. Fast forward to 9.32pm that night, lil girly pop made her grand entrance. Labour itself is painful, powerful, slow, hectic, everything all at once. But every feeling I felt during labour completely vanished once she was here. Like nothing ever happened, like the pain was never there. Like not only had she been born, but also had a new version of myself. The only word I could use to describe it is euphoric. And here we are, 10 weeks later. Now life is sterilising bottles, having Bluey on in the background as white noise, putting on arena spectacular performances to stop crying & keeping an eye on the room temperature. I wouldn't have it any other way. Also, what do they PUT in The Wiggles that makes her stop crying? I'll take some, please. You know what I'm excited for? Playing dress ups. Having the cutest little tea parties. Being called a bitch (yes, we all called our own mothers a bitch at some point). All the things with my little girl. Life has honestly just begun.