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Her room

When we bought the house the room we always planned on being a nursery looked rather….bright:

Her room

Bright yellow and green. What was that dotty old lady on? We originally planned to paint that room immediately – until we found out how much paint costs. So it sat until this year. It was one of the happiest days of my life when we finished painting. lso possibly the tiredest but it was worth it. You can’t see it in the photos (typical) but the paint colour is a beautiful light meringue colour – a little hint of pink, a hint of brown, a hint of white. It all depends on the light and time of day. It was an even happier day when I got to hang new (non-musty!) curtains and put the baby furniture in. Suddenly our house had a nursery in it. Oooooh!

Her wooden cradle to the left of the door with some little shelves:

Her room

The cradle up close packed with special toys waiting for her and a sunpaint receiving blanket I bought off Etsy for her. Of all the things I wanted for her a rocking cradle and really super expensive but lovely woolen bassinet mattress were it – and yes, the mattress is currently wrapped in a black rubbish bag for protection:

Her room

The shelves filled with treasures I have made, bought and been gifted while I waited for her to exist. Swaddling wraps, blankets, booties, bibs, towels, muslin cloths. Basically you could call it the “how the hell does a tiny lump need so much stuff and where the hell do I put it all?” corner:

Her room

The fresh new curtains (they match the ones in our bedroom and I cannot tell you how fancy it feels to have two things in the whole house that match) and the toys. The (nasty, ratty, squished and probbly not safe to touch) purple elephant was my first toy 33 years ago and I made the bunny in high school home ec when I was 14:

Her room

The toy shelves. I love that everything has a story – the little music box by the rainbow was passed on from my gran, the wooden rattle at the back of the middle shelf was the first thing I ever bought with my future baby in mind 5 years ago, the little squeaky policeman is because I had one like it as a baby (my dad was a policeman), the books and blocks were carefully hunted out just for the child I wanted to have:

Her room

The dresser with changing mat and boomonster (to chase away the bad monsters) with a nappy bag at the ready. The dresser is my most bittersweet gift to my daughter – it was made for me 33yrs ago by my late grandfather. To have something her great grandfather made is a special gift:

Her room

The room I wished so hard for – our daughters room, in our own house, done just the way I wanted it. A nursing chair will eventually go in the corner and my dad gave me a lazyboy which would be comfy but I am terrified of ruining the paint (it took 2 weekends at 24 weeks pregnant, you’d treat it with kid gloves too!) so I am saving for a nice one that doesn’t rock anywhere near my precious paintjob:

Her room

There’s a few rainbow touches around the room and I ordered some decals for the wall. There will also eventually be waldorf window stars on the windows. I wanted a rainbow theme but not too tasky or in your face. I struggled for a while with the reality of having champagne tastes on a beer juice mineral water tap water budget but in the end even the 40 year old carpet doesn’t bother me. It’s all so….us. This room is us and her and exactly what our family is – ever changing, DIY, toys saved for years, things passed down with love and care for money. In the end this room is exactly what I want for my daughter – love and home and comfort.



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The bit I’ve been waiting for

The anatomy scan. It’s even cooler than the 12 week scan. Everything is just so much more developed. It’s not just 2 lines down their back now. It’s individual (and beautiful) spine vertebrae:


Individual finger bones:


Boom. Thats my mind being totally blown. It’s not just vertebrae and finger bones either. It’s vertebrae and finger bones that I grew. We even saw the tongue moving while the baby drank amniotic fluid. As it happened inside me. Renal arteries. The 4 chambers of the heart beating. Dave is completely shell shocked!

I was totally desperate to find out the gender. I figured that after making its mother wish she was dead for most of the first 16 weeks that a gender was a small thing to ask for. The baby disagreed. Despite moving like mad it tucked its feet over its crotch and clamped its legs shut. Then it draped the cord over its crotch then it covered itself with its hand. I appreciate modesty but what a time to pick! I was literally on the verge of tears and the technician was on the verge of having me jump up and down!


By the time we finally got a peek I was so relieved and in awe that I did have a little cry. I have said since our 12 week scan that it was a boy. Apparently mothers intuition means nothing. Meet our daughter. I’m so happy I think I might go and have another little cry. I’ve wanted a daughter for as long as I have wanted a baby.


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