Which one is harder?

As I was spectating Melbourne Ironman yesterday I found myself wondering which is harder, having a baby or completing an Ironman?

Both involve 9 months of training with no drinking and partying, however in training for an Ironman over the course of 9 months you lose weight and gain extreme fitness. In the 9 months of pregnancy you gain weight and lose all your fitness. You then arrive at the day of days, one has a definite start time where a gun goes off and away you go, knowing what you are capable of and having a rough idea of how long you will endure the torture for. The other arrives with no warning and you have no idea how much pain you are in for nor how long you will endure this pain for. At the end of an Ironman you can finally rest and go back to drinking and partying, knowing that you have achieved something pretty amazing. After childbirth you have achieved something even more amazing by bringing a new life into the world, but your days of rest, relaxation and partying are long gone!!

Baking more than just the bun in my oven!

I had a sudden urge to do some baking tonight, has been a very long time since I baked some tasty treats and decided that bub and I needed some home baked healthy goodness for morning snacks. So as I sit here writing this I have a batch of raspberry and bran muffins cooking nicely in the oven (whilst bub is cooking nicely in my oven!)

Whilst whipping up the muffins, Luke pipes up from the couch 'I can't wait for you to go on maternity leave, I'm going to come home to amazing dinners every night.' He's dreaming!! Most women I know with new borns are lucky enough to manage to have a shower long enough to wash their hair, yet he thinks he's coming home to a gourmet meal each night. I think he believes that babies just miraculously sleep all day and that I'll have plenty of time to cook gourmet meals, clean the house and do mountains of laundry. Anyone with a new born that might want to share with him what the day in the life of a new mum looks like? If I do manage to get some time to myself it will be spent whipping my body back into shape not whipping up gourmet dinners!

Bub craves carbs!!

I think my bub is going to come out looking like a potato, she sure does seem to love her spuds! Any type of spud, though it seems the more fattening the better. Spud bar, chip, wedges and potato gems seem to be her favourite though, and what my little bub wants she gets. Hope she appreciates that mummy is ruining her usually fit physique to ensure she gets her daily spud craving satisfied. Funnily enough when I log into my 'What to Expect' app this week it tells me that bub is now the size of a sweet potato, pretty fitting really!