Tuesday, 14 February 2012

You've Got Mail!

I've been reminiscing about New Zealand lately. I went there for our honeymoon last April. It is quite honestly one of the most beautiful places on earth. I really hope to go there again when the baby is born, perhaps for Easter 2013. Especially with our high Aussie Dollar at the moment!

I've signed up for Postcrossing, and I'm anxiously awaiting mail and news of my received postcards. I'll blog about this another time, but in the meantime, I would love to show you all of these groovy ideas for postboxes I saw near Queenstown, South Island, New Zealand. I would LOVE to make a postbox out of something groovy like these, but unfortunately I don't think that that's the culture in this end of Melbourne. Enjoy :)

Made out of road signs!



A microwave!

Coffee Machine!

Birdhouse

For the Geek in all of us

For the beer fan - a keg! 
Someone got artsy

A big fish

Esky. Perfect use as it's not hard to keep things cold in this part of NZ.

A truck radiator!


Which one is your favorite?

Sunday, 12 February 2012

Organising the linen cupboard

Look at this mess! Just look at it! Okay, it was much worse before I became pregnant and started 'nesting', but still, what an unorganised chaos! Today, a blog that I read inspired me and I got into an organisation mood!






First of all, I pulled out everything in the cupboard. I then put everything in categorised piles.

Empty Cupboard

Categorised piles.
After that, I measured what space I had to work with and noted it all down. I counted my categories and wrote them down too. Perhaps I could fit two categories into one place if there were only little of them.

Taking measurements 
Writing down what I need
After this, I went to Sam's Warehouse - Plastic storage heaven! And yes, I took my measuring tape with me. I measured all of these boxes and after a long decision, I came home with 12 boxes in 3 different sizes. (and some aluminum foil... we ran out!)... Oh and it's very important you get boxes with wheels!

Love my Honda Jazz... Excellent storage space!
I got home and repacked all of the bed linen. I put everything in the boxes and then made labels for everything!!!


Only problem is I have too much of some things, so it overflows. But that's okay, because the boxes help keep it in a nice pile. And unfortunately there are only enough room for 2 boxes on each shelf, but I've put some miscellaneous items in to bulk it up.

I feel clean now! :)

May your love be everlasting like a succulent...

Dear Husband,


Happy Valentines Day!


Today I didn't buy you flowers (I know they're a bit too girly for you, anyway). In a week the flowers will be dead. So today I bought you a succulent, and here's why...




Succulents are not as good looking as a rose, but they can still look neat and groovy if you give them the chance. I love you no matter how you look like in the morning, and I'll think you're as adorable when you're 80 as when you're 30.


Succulents are strong. It requires strength to be in a marriage (haha). You're always learning and building your relationship.


Succulents are everlasting. I love you forever.


Succulents can take over the world! You can take a stem from a succulent, replant it and start a whole new plant, over and over again.  (I will surely bless you and make your descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky and as the sand on the seashore. Genesis 22:11)


Some succulents (Aloe Vera) have healing powers! In marriage you have power to heal and nurture your spouse.


So today I want you to think about my love being like a succulent. Like a cactus in the desert.


I love you.


Your Wife.




Tuesday, 7 February 2012

big fat 34

So I'm a big fat 34 weeks pregnant. Which is a good way to be if you're pregnant, I guess. Being big and fat.

My husband likes to read articles. He tells me all the time that he read something in an article. When he says the words, "I read in an article..." I instantly mock him and roll his eyes. But then he told me that in his latest reading on detik.com or wherever, that women who blog are less likely to develop post natal depression. Interesting. Inspiring.

And this is the part where I'm going to be incredibly honest. Some people may be shocked:

This. Pregnancy. Has. Been. The. Hardest. Thing. I. Have. Ever. Been. Through!

Okay, I can breathe again. It took me a lot to admit that. And if you're thinking in your mind, ohhh she hasn't even been through the birth yet - then don't! I'm really over comments like this! Every time I post anything mildly innocent on facebook it seems everyone gives me their 2c worth.

So starting from the start, and trying not to be to open here. I came back from a lovely trip from Indonesia feeling unwell. At first I thought it was jetlag, then realised I was pregnant. A test confirmed this and I cried because I wasn't scared. I didn't know the first thing about being pregnant, what to do, how to cope. I was in no way mentally prepared. I wanted to have a baby, but I wanted to be ready. I called up some of my best friends straight away (it was really late at night) and they reassured me that everything would be okay. Thank you.


Eeek. Too open already. Ooops.


Losing my job earlier in the year I was still weighing up what I wanted to 'do'. My career was in a strange kind of limbo but I knew now was not the time to concentrate on my career.

I decided to keep the 'news' fairly low key. It became facebook official around 20 weeks. Facebook official pretty much means that anyone can know now...

I had been sick from the start. I had constant nausea and throwing up, but I still went to work. Almost a week after the nausea left I had chronic heartburn, more throwing up! Being somebody who has one of the best immune systems ever and never gets sick, it was a real shock. I know in the times I do get sick, I can get a little irrational and down on life. I felt like it nearly every day.

People around me were joyous and excited, while I was sick and wondering what was going on. I felt bad for not being excited.

And then I became like my husband and began reading articles, and this one really stuck out to me. We live in a negative world where people like to focus on negatives. This has become real to me as I have noticed some of the things people have said to me about my pregnancy. Some have been nasty, some have been just downright rude. And because I was swallowed up in my own pool of feeling unwell and negative I felt like my life was over (yes, someone actually said that to my face when I told them I was pregnant!). Which is a big fat LIE!

It has been important for me to identify this negativity though. Now that I can see it, I can deal with it. I want to be positive and I want my baby to be also. I want my child to be brought up in a loving, positive environment despite it being in the middle of a dark, gloomy negative world.

Being able to identify the sucky things about pregnancy is important, but dwelling on them isn't helpful. Therefore I have constructed a list of pros and cons. Later I'm going to look at these and laugh.

Sucky things about Pregancy
  • Morning sickness.
  • Becoming sensitive and picky!
  • Being asked the same questions over and over: "will you find out what you're having"
  • Awkward silences. "Do you know what you're having?" "Yes." *silence* (I don't want to tell you!)
  • Suddenly becoming public property. Get your hands away from my stomach!
  • People constantly asking me over facebook to post photos of my 'belly'. Sorry but even at 34 weeks I haven't got that round pregnant shape. If you really want to see it, come and see me!
  • Being told off by people. Do they think I'm stupid?
  • Being told how to feel, or how it's going to be.
  • No Fetta Cheese, sashimi, beer, soft serve or runny eggs!
  • Being exhausted
  • Can't sleep!
  • Urges to wake up early and rearrange cupboards and can't stop even though your Mum begs you to. (Sorry Mum!)
  • Puffy fingers and feet. (Planning the next one for winter).
  • Heartburn!
  • Suddenly becoming open about all your private bits to everyone. (I never talk about those areas ever, and now everyone likes to ask about them!)
  • Feeling guilty because you're convinced you should be happy all the time.
  • Feeling housebound.
Great things about pregnancy!

  • The first time you feel 'flutters'.
  • The thought that your body is doing something pretty cool despite all the side effects.
  • Buying incredibly cute little things.
  • LITTLE SHOES! (I always used to love looking at little shoes.. Now I can buy them all!)
  • Special treatment on public transport.
  • Special treatment at work.
  • Special treatment from husband... 
  • Thinking about what the baby will look like. (Particularly exciting because I'm Caucasian and my husband is Chinese)
  • Spending hours on Pinterest looking at cute things.
  • Meeting friendly people at the hospital - I haven't met a Midwife or Pathology Nurse I don't like! (I'm looking forward to labour so I can be around these kind of people all the time!)
  • Being incredibly clean & organised for once.
  • Time off!
  • Typing on my laptop and my baby kicking - likes the sound!
  • Presents :)
  • Reading 'Up The Duff' by Kaz Cooke. Genius!
  • An excuse for anything! No unknown causes for any pain. It's all just the joy of pregnancy!
I'm sure there's more that I could add to the list. But I'm going to focus on the positives now. Everything happens for a reason and my Dragon baby is born for a time such as this!

Tuesday, 31 January 2012

#FebPhotoaDay

So I've decided to give up on my photo challenge I was doing on my blog and do this one instead:


You can follow this by following me on twitter: @samiati, or following me on your Instagram iPhone app. If you're one the lucky people who have my facebook, you can keep up with me there. But I won't be bothering to post it on my blog every day, sorry.

My limited twitter feed can be found to your right ------->

Sunday, 29 January 2012

What does my baby need?

I live in a first world country.

Getting married I learnt this. Your basic services suddenly cost twice the price because it has the word 'wedding' attached to it.

Having a baby seems no different. A top is classed as 'maternity', it's twice the price.

Having a baby isn't cheap by any means, excluding the optional extras. And that's fine. You have a new life and you need to look after it.

But when did all of these optional extras, these 'wants' and 'nice to haves' become needs? Do they even fit in Maslow's hierarchy of needs? How are these needs different to the third world? And when did we replace 'we're blessed to have this' with 'we need this'.

What is it going to teach my child when I replace 'we're blessed to have..' with 'we need..'

And although it's a month after Christmas already, when I see this picture, I wonder what He really needed?

Wednesday, 25 January 2012

Saving the world through organisation...

So today I have been busy... Some would call this business 'nesting'. I will post more on what I've been up to later, but first I am going to share how I made our bin area neater today.

Mess!


This is what our bins looked like. We broke the purple basket and decided to use it as a recycle bin. Previously we had been using a cardboard box.

How awesome are laminators?
I went to the $2 shop today and bought a bin, which was ironically $7. The thing that has annoyed me most about our recycle bin is things don't get rinsed (ew, mould!), or things end up in there that shouldn't, like plastic bags.

So I went to our local councils website and printed off a pretty PDF file about what you can and can't put in the bin. I then laminated it so that it was that bit more waterproof and stuck it to the side. Hopefully people will read it and be educated!

Now we have two bins, so I wanted to distinguish this new one some how. I got a permanent texta and copied a 'recycle' symbol off a simple google search. I think it adds a bit of a personal touch :)


The bin fits nicely in the corner of our kitchen now, and looks much better than a broken purple washing basket. 


Note how the recycle bin is bigger than the waste bin? That's because you should make twice as much recycling as waste. (That's why the wheelie bin is bigger too!)