pearl

Yesterday we packed up the car and drove for a while before settling into the sand for the day. With our fringed umbrella and UV tent, cool bag full of snacks and lots of sunscreen we were happily set for a day by the sea. Pearl Beach is an incredibly beautiful place overlooking islands and mountains covered in gum trees. It's managed to maintain an air of innocence about it. They call it Pearl Beach because apparently when the waves break on the shore they look like a row of pearls.

The heat today has hit me a little too hard and I'm so very thankful that I'm not heavily pregnant. Apart from a few errands and a yoga class this morning I've been aiming to lie still and breathe deep. Apart from the general 'to-do' things around the home and in my life I've been taking it incredibly easy. Daniel gifted me a new camera for Christmas - a Panasonic GF1, a sweet little thing that takes the most beautiful images. But my motivation to pick it up just hasn't arrived. I'm waiting, patiently waiting and hopefully I'll be inspired soon.

This pregnancy is oh so different from my first. And so it should be. I'm constantly reminding myself that I'm growing a different baby, that it will be a unique journey and ultimately, a unique birth experience. But I also know so much more now than I did with Che. Perhaps I was blissfully ignorant the first time round. Where as now I have gained the knowledge and understanding of pregnancy and birth that accumulates with years worth of teaching and reading. Listening too - to women's experiences. I'll openly admit that I am more fearful this time around. There is more to let go of, more affirmations to repeat in moments of doubt. But I'm getting there. I'm resorting to what I always turn to - my supportive and encouraging partner, my understanding of yoga and its ability to comfort and guide and, most importantly, the faith that I know is within me.

Baby gave me a nice big kick the other day. Hello Baby, nice to know you're strong.