Well according to most of my friends I'd probably get more sleep in prison so that might not seem like such a bad exchange in a few months. I hear the food is rubbish and the showers are horrendous, but it's a small price to pay for a few undisturbed hours of kip right? I'm joking...obvs.
Thursday, 13 August 2015
Thursday, 6 August 2015
If there’s one thing that has surprised me throughout this pregnancy, (aside from this immense list of course) it's just how much I’ve enjoyed dressing my bump. Aside from the time when my knickers started causing all sorts of circulation problems and an array of other bizarre body changes that pregnancy brings, I don't think I've ever felt this comfortable in my own body. Particularly when it comes to dressing my bump. Don't get me wrong, there are still days when I could quite happily leave the house in my PJ's, but I've honestly loved the refreshing change of my maternity wardrobe thanks to my new shape.
Monday, 3 August 2015
Not a lot has changed since my 30 Week Bump-Date, other than the fact that I've finally started to hit that "done" stage of pregnancy. Which has been a bit of a shock to the spirit if I'm honest because throughout the second trimester, and up until now, I've been breezing through bump life. I feel unbelievably guilty for even mentioning any kind of negativity towards this experience, but there's only so much front a girl can put on when your body is put through the mill in ways you simply can't control. And with just under a week to go until my maternity leave starts I'm beyond ready for a break before this little one arrives. Bring on the trashy day-time television and a few glorious afternoon naps...this Mumma-to-be is capished!
Thursday, 23 July 2015
Well they probably do tell you, but unless you're going through it, one doesn't fully appreciate the bizarreness of pregnancy to it's full capacity. Over the last few years when my pregnant friends have complained about various pregnancy related problems, I probably just nodded and gave a dutiful 'Oh dear', whilst in the back of my mind either thinking it can't be that bad or more bitterly that at least you are pregnant. Cue that bittersweet digestion I mentioned a while back. Flash forward to today and here I am, finally pregnant and reflecting, (I'm not complaining) about all those little things that have surprised me about pregnancy.
Tuesday, 21 July 2015
The Hubster and I had a mad half hour the other day, (nothing saucy...I know what you were thinking!) After parking outside a really pretty semi-detached house that was currently for sale, we later looked it up online and sat there mooching around it's virtual rooms, discussing in detail what we liked about it and what we'd change, before we were brought back down to earth with a bump. Sadly, with Baby Bean on the way, we aren't exactly in a position to move, nor are we seriously considering for a few years. But it's always fun to dream and make plans.
Friday, 17 July 2015
In high school I was never the sportiest of students. I was the one who was picked last or the one who wasn't even participating at all because I'd either "forgot my kit" (oopsie) or was carrying a
sick note poor excuse as to why I couldn't join in. I hated being out in the cold, getting dirty or chipping a nail trying to catch a ball. I'm not entirely sure what made me turn into one of the stereotypical girls when it came to PE, but I'm pretty sure a mixture of self-consciousness, laziness and a fear of embarrassing myself in front of the boys didn't help.
Thursday, 16 July 2015
Ugh…Maternity leave cannot come around soon enough.
I seem to have hit that peak in pregnancy where all of a sudden the simplest of days are becoming really tough. My ankles have disappeared. I can’t walk or even move at my usual pace. The nights are too short and so restless. The days are way too long and I’m just so ready to be at home focusing on baby and enjoying my last few days of freedom. But there is another side to me that doesn’t want to wish away these last few precious weeks too soon, and not solely because of the impending pain that my poor foof is soon to experience. Although I can’t say that prospect fills me with glee either, particularly after shopping for maternity pads and disposable knickers...lovely.