Showing posts with label Cocker Spaniels. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cocker Spaniels. Show all posts

Saturday, 21 April 2012

the gallery: action



I haven't been the most active person in my pregnancy, especially since my legs started going all weird and tingly. With this in mind, I was hoping my Saturday morning ante-natal yoga class would get my blood pumping a little.... but it was cancelled at the very last minute. 


As I sat in my living room feeling sorry for myself because I had no class to attend and Mr M was out on a bike ride and wouldn't be back for hours, Sasha stared up at me with her cute cocker spaniel eyes and I knew just what to do! Luckily the sun was shining at that moment so I found Sasha's favourite rope ball and we ran out to the garden to have some play time. 

We spent a good 45 minutes together with the ball. I would throw it and Sasha would run to get it then whip it around her head viciously, whacking herself on her back, her sides, the top of her head. Bailey sat himself in the sun next to me and observed with amusement. It was fun and active and a great way to spend a Saturday morning.

This post is linking up to The Gallery on the Sticky Fingers blog. 

Thursday, 5 April 2012

weird dreams


So I've been falling asleep a lot on the couch in the evenings, usually with a dog or two at the end of my feet or nudging into the curve of my back or my knees. It looks cute, but is really annoying when they fall into a deep sleep and then won't budge unless I physically lift and move them off the couch.  And Sasha is a hefty 35 pounds of dead weight when she is asleep, so moving her is not an easy task with a growing belly and a groggy head.

I've also been having the weirdest dreams. I'm talking vivid, absurd, kooky dreams usually involving a baby and a location I've never visited. Last night I dreamt that I was in Bradford, a city in North England. I've never been to Bradford; I don't know anyone in Bradford; I don't even really know where Bradford is other than up North somewhere...how random is that? 

I have read that vivid dreams are normal in pregnancy, but I can't remember why. Probably something to do, yet again, with these wacky hormones racing through my body. But then again, the dreams might be more to do with anxiety about the upcoming birth. Mr M told me he has been having odd and vivid dreams as well. He had one the other day where I went into labour too early and the doctor's were very worried, but then I gave birth to a huge baby!  Weird. 

At least we can laugh at these in the morning and be thankful that they aren't real. 


Tuesday, 3 April 2012

nursery update

I'm apparently supposed to be "nesting" at the moment. You know - doing things like getting the house all ready for baby's arrival, sorting out the odds and ends that need to be done, cleaning loads, being all motherly and that. 

Well...I think I'm running a little behind on the nesting thing really. Here is our nursery at the moment.



And, believe it or not, this is after a massive clear out! 

I guess we are taking our time to sort stuff. Maybe it's because we went a tad-bit crazy the last couple months buying baby stuff (see all the stuff piled on the bed? that's the stuff we bought in February & March).  And now we need a break, so are relaxing a little and putting off all the organising until we have a little more time.  I mean, the baby's bed isn't being delivered until early May so we have time...plenty of time. 

We have been doing small amounts of D.I.Y. though and I'm very proud of Mr M for putting down boarding in the attic loft this week so that we can have more storage.  Look at him hard at work - such a good daddy-to-be! 


Friday, 30 March 2012

the gallery: extreme close up


I took this photo of Bailey a few months ago and think he looks absolutely adorable with his wispy eyelashes and quirky expression. 
In many respects I consider Bailey to be my first baby. Mr M and I got him as a puppy shortly after I moved to the UK, so he has been with us through everything.
When the new baby boy comes along I know it might be a struggle to spend quality time with Bailey while dealing with a demanding infant. I only hope Bailey understands how much he means to me.

This post was written in response to a prompt from The Gallery on the Sticky Fingers blog. Why not check out The Gallery to see what other people have posted?