30 weeks and this baby of mine (for it really now seems too big to be calling a Bean) has reached my ribs. I'm at once thrilled and a little upset about the development as it seems to have coincided with a doubling in leg strength.
I also appear to have misplaced my brain. Sentence construction has become a problem. I said this the other morning and unfortunately this is not an exageration; "I'm going this way. Although I could have gone that way before. I mean I'm not going with you, I need to go here". A-ha?!? Thankfully Matthias is an understanding chap with an amazing ability to filter and interpret what I actually mean and usually only with a small smirk on his face.
And he painted my toenails for me last night. Yep. He even reminded me that I had asked him to do it a few days ago but we hadn't had time yet! You see, I'm off to a wedding this weekend and open toed shoes are the order of the day. The only problem is that I can't really comfortably touch my toes anymore. And so Matthias painted them for me. Sweet, sweet man.
On the pregnancy and motherhood front (for it is nearly Mothers Day afterall), I stumbled across this poetry from Hollie McNish and was immediately struck by it. It is a wonderful portrayal of pregnancy and early motherhood and is refreshingly honest. If you're a new-ish Mum, pregnant or just like interesting prose, have a listen. It somehow seems a fitting way to go into my very last Mothers Day as a non-mother.
I also appear to have misplaced my brain. Sentence construction has become a problem. I said this the other morning and unfortunately this is not an exageration; "I'm going this way. Although I could have gone that way before. I mean I'm not going with you, I need to go here". A-ha?!? Thankfully Matthias is an understanding chap with an amazing ability to filter and interpret what I actually mean and usually only with a small smirk on his face.
And he painted my toenails for me last night. Yep. He even reminded me that I had asked him to do it a few days ago but we hadn't had time yet! You see, I'm off to a wedding this weekend and open toed shoes are the order of the day. The only problem is that I can't really comfortably touch my toes anymore. And so Matthias painted them for me. Sweet, sweet man.
On the pregnancy and motherhood front (for it is nearly Mothers Day afterall), I stumbled across this poetry from Hollie McNish and was immediately struck by it. It is a wonderful portrayal of pregnancy and early motherhood and is refreshingly honest. If you're a new-ish Mum, pregnant or just like interesting prose, have a listen. It somehow seems a fitting way to go into my very last Mothers Day as a non-mother.
11 comments:
Not long to go now, love your toes and enjoy your wedding
matthias is so sweet! :) have fun at the wedding! and so cool, that you have recognized the flower show on Marienburgerstrasse in my picture. I was just walking back from the great vintage glasses store which is in the same street!! gosh, how much i love berlin!!
have a lovely weekend!
he is so sweet. I can never imagine thomas doing that for me even if I was pregnant lol. enjoy the wedding :)
oh, i love that he painted your toenails. so sweet.
What a sweet guy!
Happy Mothers Day :):)
you made me smile .. that part of your brain is busy with other things .. love that he did your toes..happy almost mother ..mothers day ~hugs!!
I was going to ask how you painted your nails...what a sweet man you have! And he did quite a good job too eh??
I remember the "rib phase"...mine would rest her feet on my rib cage like an ottoman!
Lovely shot.
i can't believe you're at 30 weeks! craziness!
i like that he remembered to do it after you mentioned it days earlier, true love :)
Happy Mother's Day Clare! Wow it's happening so soon! My goodness Matthias is amazing. I tried to get Josh to paint the nails on my right hand and he did a terrible terrible job. Wow this poem is awesome. I will certainly share it with my friends.
What a great job he did, and what a sweet guy for doing so!! Until reading this, I had long since forgotten about the misplaced brain syndrome. I had it bad for about the last 7 weeks. It got to the point where my husband just agreed with whatever I said. Now that I think of it, that was kind of nice!!!
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