weekend round up

I am a little slow off the mark with my weekend round up post this week, but I'm just going to roll with it and be ok with being a day late. One of the conversations John and I had this weekend was about what we have coming up over the next couple of months, and looking through our diaries, it seems just a little bit unbelievable that we have barely any weekends without plans before our baby arrives. Whoosh, how time flies.

When I looked back through my camera at the photos I had taken to document the weekend, I was greeted by a very pitiful quantity of images. Susanna's words in her weekend round up resonated with me, and summed up perfectly my feelings about capturing life - that sometimes we can get caught up in trying to document the moments in our days, and this can compromise our involvement in what is actually taking place. If you have read my blog for any length of time, you will know that I love to capture the small moments and details in life, especially where food is involved, and in some ways, I wish I was better at capturing those beautiful moments that happen with the precious people I spend time with. So, although these photos give a little glimpse into my weekend, they are a far cry from the true reflection of the time that was spent with people. I have no images that capture the laughter shared with one of my dearest friends and her two daughters that filled my Saturday morning, or of the significant moments and memories made between my husband and I - because I was too involved to even think about taking photos of these precious times that made and shaped my weekend. I only wish my words painted the pictures that photos can do without saying anything at all.

We spent some time on Saturday afternoon doing little jobs around our house to make it more like a home. John put up a blind in our kitchen while I sat and sorted through piles of papers and photos that have been occupying the floor in the baby's bedroom ever since we moved in. Her room is far from ready, but progress is finally being made. We tempered our trip out to buy exciting items such as curtain rails with a coffee - in our first year of marriage we used to go out every Saturday for a coffee, but haven't done so in a long time. I miss that little tradition.

For as long as I can remember, I have been an early riser. Perhaps the years of working as a Saturday girl in a bakery, starting every Saturday at 6am for five years, shaped me into being an early riser, or perhaps I just take after my Mother, who always was, and still is, the first to get up in our family home. On Sunday morning, I relished the hours I had before church to make a smoothie and go for a swim. At least, that was the plan - I arrived at the swimming pool to find that it was shut for a competition. So I savoured the walk home instead, taking in the first signs and sounds of Autumn.

Sunday afternoon was filled with a blissful pregnancy massage at The Relaxation Centre. I was contacted by a friend who was doing a pregnancy massage course there, and needed a pregnant lady in her third trimester to be involved in her assessment, and I fitted the requirements - hooray! What a blessing to receive a wonderful, relaxing, rejuvenating massage for a whole hour and a half for free, and what a wonderful way to end the weekend.