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Imperfection makes us perfect.

Imperfection makes us perfect.

I’m the first person to admit I’m far from perfect. In every way. Although a few nights ago my husband told I was perfect. Perfect for him, which was really sweet as he is not a man that hands out compliments often. He is quite shy and very reserved. Even with me, his wife of 6 years and partner of almost 11years!

Anyway, we were chatting about my insecurities (yes I have a list) and how I’d like to change a few. I already have my eyeliner tattooed on am was considering getting my lips tattooed. Not only for vanity, I don’t actually wear any make up, call me lazy but I’m just not that girl. I’m quite the ‘tom boy’. I’ve also really got not clue, how to apply ‘make up’. If I’m going to an event, I will put on mascara and maybe some tinted moisturiser, otherwise it’s just SPF on a daily basis for me.

So I hear you asking why I got the eyeliner tattooed? Well when I was 25 (12 years ago for those trying to figure out my age, yep I’m 37 😉) I was in a sales role. I actually had my own jewellery wholesale business where I would design and wholesale semi precious gemstone and pearl jewellery into jewellery shops and boutiques Australia wide. This required me to do face to face sales with business owners. I needed to look presentable and no matter how hard I tried, I just was not very good at putting make up on. So one day I was on a big sales trip and she across a beauty salon that did cosmetic tattoos, so without a second thought, I booked myself in for my eyeliner to be done.

I must say it was the BEST decision I have made for make up. I don’t have to think about it, I don’t have to try and do it myself, and each day I look a little bit presentable with out trying!

Now mine are not super thick lines, nor are they ‘winged’, they are really quite thin top and bottom in a blue black Inc. I have green eyes so the really thin eyeliner makes my eyes stand out and also makes my eyelashes appear thicker and fuller. Almost like an optical illusion. Easy and best of all I don’t need to apply anything. I wake up, shower, moisturise and dress. Quick and easy! Leaving me more time with my little people.

So I was thinking to get my lips done. I have a few scars on my lips from various childhood battle wounds. Mainly split lips from being ‘crazy’ (it’s the tom boy in me). I was chatting with hubby about it and he said, I was perfect to him and I didn’t need it. He knows my eyeliner is done, which he quite likes. I guess he is worried that I may come out looking like a clown? I assured him I wouldn’t be going bright red, just something in similar colour to my natural lip colour but ‘fixing’ the scars. Apparently it can be done so that lips will be even and the scars no longer noticeable?

I’m still not 100% certain that i will go ahead and tattoo my lips, but it certainly got me thinking about my conversation that I had with my hubby about this subject.

It made me think, we are all perfect in our own way which makes us unique. It’s also all our own little imperfections that make us perfect. Perfect to ourselves and perfect for our partners and friends. Because let’s face it, if we all looked the same, that would be boring! We all have different wants and needs and thoughts on what we each find attractive right? If we all looked the same what fun would that be?

So back to the imperfections. What I see as something that I don’t necessarily like about myself, that I see as ‘flaws’ such as my uneven and scars on my lips, my husband says is perfect to him.

And let’s face it, who else do I need to be perfect for?

Shouldn’t I be happy with myself?

Real beauty comes from within right?

Maybe I should stop worrying about what I ‘don’t’ like about myself and focus on what I do?

Nobody really is perfect, and everyone has different ideals in what they believe to be perfect.

I think as as long as we are good honest people, should we worry about what others think of us? Shouldn’t we be more worried about our personality rather than our looks?

We we are all perfect in some way or another. Maybe I should just focus on that rather than focusing my thoughts on my flaws? Or what I see as flaws.

Being pregnant.

Being pregnant!

So I’m 31 weeks pregnant with my little princess and the count down is on!

I’m extremely excited to meet her and give my little man a sister and my hubby a daughter. The latter is possibly not the most appealing as hubby is worried about having a little girl, mainly her teenage years and how he can contain boyfriends, cosmetics, mood swings etc….. The best is yet to come!

This pregnancy has been similar but also very different to my first. I know they say no two are the same but I thought that possibly they could be, same mum – same dad, how different can it be?

Well to start with, my first notably is a boy and I’m expecting a girl.

Secondly even though I had morning / mourning sickness with my little man it was controllable. This time round I’ve felt terrible most days as have literally vomited every day and at no particular time.

Thirdly I have grown an enormous bottom! I carried my little man mostly in the tummy, yes I was big but at least I was still wearing my normal size pants. Ok no skinny jeans but tights and pants still fitted. This time, no chance! My hips feel double the size and yes they look it also, although my tummy isn’t very big? So I guess it’s true when they say you carry boys in front and girls in the back? (Old wives tale)

Fourth is the weight gain. First time around, I put on 17.5kgs….. This pregnancy I have only gained 9kg. I get that I still have approx 8-9 weeks to go but I can’t really see my self adding another 9kgs in that time frame? Well Id be shocked if I did.

Fifth is the sleep, or lack there of. It seems I get really tired especially as I am a stay at home mummy looking after my beautiful 2 year old boy who is super active and has recently decided to reject his day sleep, so from 6:30am until 6:30pm he is a little firecracker! An absolute ball of energy! However when I try to sleep or rest I seem to get energised.

Sixth, being uncomfortable. With everything! I can’t sit comfortably as my tummy seems to be right up under my nose and literally sits on my lap. Laying down I feel like I have an anchor pulling me to the side and let’s not forget the calf muscle aches and lower back pain. Again nothing like I experienced in my first pregnancy. This one has been tough. Especially the body aches.

Seventh, food and cravings. Mmmm well I don’t really feel like eating and the slightest aroma makes me want to vomit. No particular cravings this time around but first time was all about chocolate flavoured milk and chicken sandwiches on white bread.

Eighth would be the wriggles and movement. Gosh my little guy would wriggle and move all the time, however my little miss only at night. Day time she is quite still, well at least I don’t feel her as much but rest assured, as soon as I’m resting it laying trying to sleep, she wriggles and kicks and moves. Perhaps this is the beginning of her sleeping pattern? Is she going to be a restless or sleepless child? Only time will tell.

Ninth is the funny tastes I get in my mouth, sometimes it’s a metal taste almost like I have pieces of metal in my mouth? Or it can sometimes be the taste of acid, perhaps from the vomiting. Mostly it’s a thick non hungry taste almost like ice eastern too much? Bizzar I know but hard to explain.

I know this probably isn’t painting the best picture of pregnancy but I can guarantee that I will defiantly miss being pregnant. I do love and enjoy my tummy and the movement. The bonding where only I can feel her move. The special bond that only a mother can feel as the baby is in her tummy growing. I missed it with my little man and am sure that I will miss it again.

Although it hasn’t been easy I certainly don’t regret any moment of it. I love being pregnant and knowing that I am growing a human who is so innocent inside me makes me feel blessed.

I’m very much looking forward to the next chapter in my life of being a mummy to my two beautiful children. My little man whom is my prince, my darling, my solider, my best friend, my first child, my only boy, my everything and my little princess awaiting arrival.

She will no doubt be my gorgeous little girl, my darling princess, my best friend, my youngest child, my only daughter, my everything.

One child of each sex is all I need to complete my little family. I feel blessed and fulfilled with absolute happiness and excitement.

How have your pregnancy experiences differed to either mine or with each of your children? Id love to hear your stories. Email me noordinarymummy@gmail.com