My life is weird. Fact.

When I walk into the lounge room and tell Mum that she will NOT believe the weirdness that just happened in my front yard, given she knows me and my weird life and is used to my crazy stories, you just know it is going to be a good one!

This evening my good friend S came over with his kids to give me a hand. I got a new couch delivered (that is a whole other story for another day, but just let me ask this, how in the heck do you lose a couch???) and he popped over to give me a hand to shift my heavy old couch and put the legs on my new baby.

Jobs all done, and S and his gorgeous offspring head off and I walk them outside. We are standing out the front chatting and I notice two things happening.

One - his son is carrying around one of my garden gnomes.

Two - there is a very eccentric old lady with a trolley standing out the front of my house. For the sake of a good story, let's call her Maude.

As I am sure any of you with kids can work out, we all know what is gonna happen. Sure enough, Gnome goes crashing to the concrete. (No biggie. He was $4 at Kmart. And it gives me a good excuse to go back.) All of a sudden my old friend Maude starts killing herself laughing. Righto.

The little guy brings me up the broken pieces of Gnome and tells me that he is very sorry that it is really really broken. Sweet little man. All of a sudden Maude is upon us! She has waddled up the path and snatched poor old gnomies broken body from my hands and replaced him with a (very pretty and from a very classy florist) bunch of flowers in my hands,  Before I could blink or say anything she has told me to get some wire and make a fence, and that I should get a bull terrier. She wanders off down the path yelling over her shoulder that she will dispose of the corpse and off she goes down the street, Leaving S and I standing there. Mouths open. Not really sure what had happened.

Maude is the kind of character you expect to be a fixture in the neighborhood. But I have been in this house since I was 6 weeks old. And I have never seen her before. But I will be keeping an eye out for her. I get the feeling she could make my life that little bit more interesting!

And for those interested, here is my new look lounge room! I am loving making my beautiful house a cosy home for me and the three,

Couch - Ruby from Fantastic Furniture

Rug, Side Tables, Pink and Marble Cushions, Lamp, Vase, 

kids couches and wall hanging all from Kmart

Sequinned Throws - Spotlight (30% off yall!)

Flamingo Cushions were a gift

Flowers by Maude

Guitar by Dean

The news you don't want to hear, but can't wait for!

This time two years ago I was massive. I couldn't walk properly. I couldn't roll over in bed without help. Breathing was hard, eating was hard (but I managed lol) and my ankles were all a distant memory.

I went in for a scan with Dr W, the head of Maternal Fetal Medicine at The Townsville Hospital. He has been managing my pregnancy since 26 weeks along with the amazing Dr I, to whom I owe my babies lives. Routine weekly scan to follow up on my cervix (I suffer from cervical incompetence and my cervix had started to shorten at 26 weeks) and to check the chorioangioma on my placenta that was interfering with the blood flow between the twins.

In his calm, matter of fact voice he asked me if I had any plans in the next few days. 

Nothing much really. Just shopping, delivering a candy order and a friends birthday dinner.

Right, well take care of that, he says. Then come in tomorrow night. It's time to get these babies out. 

Um, excuse me? I mean, I knew they had to come out eventually! But now? And how? And what? My vagina? I need a drink! 

He calmly sent me on my way with the very last photos of my girls on the inside, and booked me in for induction. I was shaking. I was laughing (I'm the WORST inappropriate giggler ever, cue the giggle loop). I was shitting my maternity pants. 

But after 28 days bed rest in hospital, two more weeks rest at home, surviving twin to twin transfusion, a massive hormonal growth on my hand (his name was Harold and he was disgusting!) low fluid, cankles, raging hormones, pica induced cravings for ice and sand, wetting my pants when I sneezed and growing to roughly the size of a large, two story house, I knew my time was well worth it and in a couple of days I would finally meet my teeny tiny 34 week miracles. 

I just wasn't sure I was ready to actually give birth. 

But my vagina and I will tell that story on the 14th! 

It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me, and I'm feeling...........

Unsure........

That is the best way to put it. I am so unsure about what 2016 is going to bring for me and my three.

I know there will be loads of adventures. There will be laughs and tears. There will be many hellos and goodbyes. Old friends and new friends. Success and failure.

But other than that, I got nothing.

I am hoping to finish my course.

I am hoping to do some singing.

I am hoping to stay well and healthy and happy.

I am hoping the children stay well and happy.

Going in to 2016 on my own with the kids I made a promise to myself. That this year will be about us. That I will concentrate on bringing up three well mannered, intelligent, well adjusted children. That we will make memories to last forever. That we will grow as a little family unit. That I will also make sure I spend time on myself. Allow myself to study, allow myself a night off here and there, be kind to myself.

I got this. I can do this. More importantly, I CAN SURVIVE!!!

Wine may play a big part in this........

I have spent the first 9 days of the new year thinking about a lot of things. Reflecting on what got me here. flicking back through the memory book of my childhood. Memories are constantly flooding back to me at the moment as I have moved back into my home. The home my Mum and Dad moved into when I was 6 weeks old. The home that was always there for me. The home where I created 29 years of memories with my darling Dad. The home in which I held his hand as he passed away. The memories are everywhere and whilst it is incredibly emotional, I am loving every single second of it. This house just exudes love when you walk in the front door, it is like a big warm hug and when people come in, they never want to leave. This is all I have ever wanted in a home, and I am so thrilled to be back in here.

I think my entrance hall says it all.........

So, I hope I can keep you all interested and entertained in 2016. I want to share it all with you. Like I said in my first blog, warts and all. And I can't promise I will keep it clean either, especially since I accidentally taught the twins to say 'shit'this week.

So now I will leave you with a quote from my favourite fictional writer, someone I love, from a show I adore, Someone who my mother hates and thinks is the ugliest woman in the world.........

Maybe you have to let go of who you were to become who you will be - Carrie Bradshaw.

Until next time

Kel xxx