The Club

I headed back to our apartment last week on a mission to find clothes that would fit me and see me through the colder days and to find my runners.

I left empty handed.

No matter what I tried on, it just didn't work. What fit my stomach and hips didn't fit my boobs and vice versa. I finally went and got some new nursing bras and was sized at an F cup. Terrifying, I know.

If they get any bigger I am screwed.

Sweet, sweet memories of taking lift selfies. 

My glasses are pretty much glued to my face these days, I swear pregnancy made my eyesight worse.

The beautiful flowers keep on coming, with this particular bunch being from my friend Beetroot who came to visit young Nelly, and instigated a raised eyebrow from my neighbour who no doubt thought I was up to no good having a young man come over during the day bearing beautiful flowers.

We have been partaking in road trips with The Husband who travels here and there for work, he clearly can't keep himself away from his girls as he quite likes the company, and decided to venture a little further and visit my mum on my brothers new farm.

As you can see, mum is quick to baby snatch Nelly, only handing her back when it is time to feed.

Nelly loved roaming the farm with her Nana and Zena. 

As you can see, Zena is also excited. 

I'm dead excited to go yabbying and spot some turtles in this dam.

I have been pretty MIA lately on the blogging front, but it's a bit hard to blog about being home with my sick baby wearing clothes that are stained with breast milk without turning people off in droves. Nobody wants to see that selfie, that much I know for sure.

I headed to the maternal health nurse last Monday only to be told that Nelly had only put on 40g which was a big difference to the 540g from the previous week that earned gold stars all round.

She had been unsettled with a blocked nose, and was constantly pulling away from the breast so we knew that something was wrong, but hearing that she had put on so little weight really did break my heart into a thousand pieces. 

As soon as I walked out, I burst into tears at the thought that she had been going hungry and there was nothing I could do about it.

A trip to the GP that night confirmed that her throat was red and sore which had in turn lead to her not wanting to eat. It's no surprise that she was sick, as The Husband and I both had the flu, but it didn't make it any easier for me to handle. 

I'm not going to lie, I sat in the car and cried to The Husband, Mum and Cat and asked them how they knew it wasn't my fault and would she be okay?

Thankfully she is on the mend now, but now I know what my mum meant when she said "when you are a mother you will know what worry is". 

I love her face in these photo, she cracks me up something shocking.

Nelly is wearing Bonds leggings and a Target top. 

My acne is reappearing at a rapid rate (I clearly need to be pregnant 24/7 so that I have good skin), and it appears that Nelly is truly my child as she has developed a nasty case of baby acne. 

It looks so painful but they tell me that it's not bothering her in the least.

Her skin was so pure and clear in the above photo, now she looks like she has the chicken pox my poor baby.