Choosing baby names…

Having a name that NOBODY can pronounce was a nuisance growing up. Especially when your name can be mispronounced as ‘Salmon’, which is what I was unfortunately called for the first 16 years of my life.  This went on until I got to sixth form and decided I was fed up of being known by such an ugly name and made it my mission to correct everyone. But I know how annoying it is to have to correct people or spell your name out. For those of you who don’t know, my name is Saman, pronounced ‘summon’, as in a court summons…

I was therefore adamant about giving my children names that were easy to say and recognise. With baby number one, I spent hours reading baby name books and searching the internet to come up with lists of names I liked. But my husband thought it was ‘too early’ to discuss names until after the baby was born. So in the end I gave him my top 3 and he picked ‘Sami’ from my list, after our son was born. Simple πŸ˜„

So this time around we didn’t even discuss baby names. We knew the gender and I find boys names so much harder.  Being a multi racial family, it’s important for us both to pick names that ‘fit in’ with both cultures, as we don’t want our children to have confused identities. I had gone off the other two boys names I had picked last time (thank god my husband didn’t pick them) so we were back to square one and I knew if I started looking into it or making a list, he would be unwilling to discuss it. I did have one boy’s name that I liked in the past and had made a mental note off (it was saved in my iPhone notes.. my idea of a mental note).

One evening when I was around 34 weeks pregnant my husband asked me if I had picked any names yet. This was a funny question coming from him as if I had been spending my time looking at names he would have humoured me, telling me it was ‘too early’. This is exactly what I told him, and then mentioned that there was one name I did like… Laith. He thought about it for a few seconds then agreed that he liked it, and just like that we had our second boy’s name.

Laith is an Arabic name meaning ‘lion’ ‘strong’ or ‘brave’, but is easy enough for everyone to pronounce (I think anyway, time will tell). I love the name and think it is beautiful, just like my little boy. I also think Sami & Laith go together really nicely which is also something I considered.

So that’s how simple it was for us to come up with our babies’ names, thankfully we both agreed with each other and have picked names we both love…I’m all out of boys names though, so if we have another boy we would be stuck!

39 week bumpdate..

Okay, so by now I really really thought baby would have made an appearance! Don’t listen to people who tell you second babies come earlier, it’s nonsense! 

I’m so eager to meet my baby and have them here with us now.. I’m anxious about the labour and want it out of the way, plus it’s getting increasingly hard to look after an active toddler being SO pregnant! I think I’m kidding myself thinking it’s going to get any easier once baby arrives though.. I’ll have to let you know.. 

Having been on maternity leave for two weeks now, I think I have finally completed my ‘to do’ list of everything I wanted to before baby arrives, so I am all prepared! Although it’s really surreal as mentally I don’t think I’ve actually prepared myself for actually having another baby here with us, sounds strange I know but I can’t explain it. I can’t imagine another baby that isn’t Sami, that doesn’t look like Sami, or act like Sami. Also I don’t want to devastate him when he realises the ‘baba’ that he kisses and cuddles daily, is going to share mummy’s attention with him.. he is still very much a mummy’s boy. I just keep thinking he will thank me in the long term. 

I literally feel like I’m just waiting for baby CONSTANTLY which is so different to last time as I was wanting baby to stay put until our house was ready and we were all moved in. The waiting is horrible! And I’m too tired to really make the most of this time, plus I’m so exhausted from looking after my little monkey and keeping everything in the house ticking along. Anyway enough of me rambling on, here’s my 39 week bumpdate: 

Total weight gain: 1 stone 2 pounds.. still barely put on anything this pregnancy, I’m still mainly all bump. By 39 weeks last time I was a swollen mess πŸ˜‚

How big is the baby
: I’m not sure exactly (not that they really know anyway) but my midwife tells me the baby has had a growth spurt in the last fortnight and has grown loads. Maybe we won’t have a teeny tiny 5 pounder this time! 

Sleep
: Since baby dropped about 2 weeks ago, I’m finding it much easier to sleep, finally πŸ™‚ but I still wake regularly for the loo.. every pregnant women’s nightmare I think! 

Belly button: still in just about but verryyy stretched 


Stretch marks:
babies growth spurt has resulted in me finally getting some stretch marks! Kinda sucks but never mind. 

Maternity clothes: apart from maternity leggings I’m still kidding myself that my normal clothes fit so am living in my ‘normal’ clothes’ although haven’t been pregnant/ breastfeeding for the last 28 months I don’t feel I have any ‘normal’ clothes anymore.. a shopping spree is deffo in order post baby πŸ˜„

Favourite moment this week: dropping my little monkey to nursery this morning and he just ran off (did I mention he’s a proper walker now??), didn’t even turn to say bye! We’ve come a longggg way from crying every morning for almost 3 months. Makes such a difference! 

Cravings: still don’t believe in pregnancy cravings although I do always want salty food right now! 

Labour signs: none, absolutely ZERO!

Most looking forward to: the tea and toast post labour in hospital πŸ‘ŒπŸΌπŸ‘ŒπŸΌπŸ‘ŒπŸΌ and my babies meeting for the first time.. 


The end is near.. 35 week bumpdate

I’ve been pretty quiet updating my blog as we’ve spent the last few weeks sick with coughs, colds and generally feeling ill. We get better for a day or so, before catching another bug. The worse part is, your limited in medication when your pregnant. So yes, I’ve been feeling very sorry for myself lately, and my little monkey who despite being ill too is still in good spirits and full of energy. I’m lucky enough to have my family around to help, as there was one week I literally couldn’t get out of bed, and typically that was the week I had annual leave from work.. talk about timing. 

So anyway, we made it to 35 weeks! I’m starting to feel like the baby could make an appearance at any time, so am frantically trying to get my house in order while I can. In other words, nesting has well and truly kicked in! 

Those of you who have read my blog for a while will know we moved into our home the day I went into labour with Sami, therefore I never got to unpack and organise our things properly. I was very lucky to have my sister unpack everything for me, but with Sami never spending more than a few hours apart from me until he was 14 months old in September (exclusively breastfed and a bottle refuser), I never had the time to organise the house. When he finally gained independence and started nursery, I went back to work three days a week, and did not want to spend my days off doing chores..

I have spent the last week frantically getting all these jobs done. My kitchen cupboards are now super organised, my (many wardrobes) are organised and decluttered, Sami’s wardrobes have been reorganised to make space for the babies clothes and I’ve tackled the walk in wardrobe. I’m feeling a lot less stressed about the house situation but still really need to start preparing for this little baby that will be with us imminently! I still have to pack a hospital bag, and need to get some clothes ready and washed! 

We haven’t brought a single thing for this baby as we’re hoping to use most of the things we already have. However, I do need to get a few things, so that’s next on the to do list once my hospital bag is packed. Whenever I get a little stressed at the situation, I just think back to last time and the fact my husband was assembling our bed, the crib and all other essentials as I was in Labour, whilst our carpets where being laid and our possessions were being unloaded from the removal van. It can’t possibly be any worse this time! We have a crib, we have Nappies and clothes, and breast milk on tap! That’s all the essentials covered! 

So anyway I’ve turned this into an essay already, here’s my 35 week bump update…

Total weight gain: 1 stone 1 pound! Hardly put anything on this pregnancy but I was a stone heavier to begin with

How big is the baby: No idea, but bump is measuring as 32 weeks, so we may have a baby that is even tinier than Sami was

Sleep: Still not had a full nights sleep since Sami was born. Baby number two wakes me with kicks, or I can’t get comfy, or I need the loo. On top of this I have been experiencing extreme itchiness, which is worse at night. Lucky me..(itchiness in pregnancy can be a sign of Obstetric Cholestatis so make sure you get it checked out if you experience this). I can’t wait to ditch the pregnancy pillow and sleep on my front again πŸ™‚ 

Belly button: Still in, just about. Last time it stayed well and truly in the whole pregnancy

Stretch marks: Luckily I’ve not noticed any to date, hoping to be stretch mark free like last time 

Maternity clothes: Still wearing my normal clothes coupled with maternity leggings or tights, so have done well not to need a new wardrobe again

Favourite moment this week: Watching my little monkey take his first few steps, hoping to see him walk sometime soon 

Cravings: None, I’m still not convinced these even exist

Labour signs: None.. thankfully it’s too early and too much to do, baby is head down for now and I have major braxton hicks

Most looking forward to: The start of maternity leave, only two weeks (that’s 6 working days for me) to go… 

oh and we have picked a name :):) 


I think I have insomnia..Β 

Every parent waits for the day that their baby finally ‘sleeps’. Of course all babies sleep, what I mean by this is you put them down at bedtime and don’t hear a peep out of them until morning.. bliss! Well I did my time and waited a whole 15 months for this day. At first I thought it was a fluke, but it’s been almost two months and my monkey has ‘slept’ ever since. 

And boy is it nice! So much so, that you forget all the sleepless nights, the every two hour wake ups, the 5am starts, the evenings where your forever putting your baby back to sleep and overall the relentlessness and sleep deprivation! Okay, well maybe I haven’t forgotten it totally, but somehow you forget just how hard it really was.

So now that my baby sleeps, I have a new problem.. I CANT sleep! Typical. Well I fall asleep just fine, but I wake multiple times at night, for a glass of water, to use the loo, because the baby is kicking, or because I can’t get comfy (despite the pregnancy pillow that is taking over my bed). And atleast once a night, usually around 3-4am I cannot go back to sleep for 1, sometimes 2 hours. Not even my trusty rain and thunder sleep music works, which has been a godsend these last 17 months. If your having issues going back to sleep after the relentless night feeds, try it! It used to work wonders for me! 

So anyway, I lie awake for AGES, thinking and overthinking, replaying my day, or thinking about alllllll the things I need to do, and the most annoying one, thinking about work and my ever growing todo list. Apart from pregnancy, I blame work for my inability to sleep. Thank god I only have two short months left of work, before another little monkey arrives and I actually have no sleep for the forseeeable future again πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚. 

Last night I woke at 4am and did not sleep again until gone 5.30am, only to be woken at 6.30am! And typically, my little monkey didn’t wake until 8am so we were late for nursery. Luckily it’s my morning off and I am not budging from the sofa until it’s time to collect him again. 

Happy Tuesday everyone! 

Maybe I need an adult version of one of these.. 

When your toddler learns the dreaded ‘M’ word..

My monkey has a new favourite word.. When he first said it I thought it was so cute and clever. He was eating his morning weetabix and had finished his last spoon and asked for ‘more’. What a clever boy I thought.. 

Fast forward a month and ‘more’ his deffo his fave word. He wants ‘more’ snacks before he’s even finished what he’s eating, he wants ‘more’ stories before we’ve read the first page of the current one, more songs, more water, more bubbles, more time in the bath, everything is more, more, MORE! 

Last night he went to sleep asking for ‘more’ not sure what he wanted exactly but I’m guessing it was more awake time, but it was so so cute he’d get sleepier every time he said it. It wasn’t so cute this morning when we were trying to get in the car to get to nursery and he was asking for ‘more’ weetabix followed by a tantrum (yes we have tantrums already). 

So anyway, the moral of the story is.. don’t intentionally teach your toddler to say ‘more’ until your ready for the consequences πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚