There have been countless occasions over the last ten years when having Coeliac Disease has been a real pain in butt. Now, considering one of the most common side effects of having this autoimmune disease is diarrhoea, for once I'm not talking about the toilet-related type of pain in the butt. I'm talking about those occasions where I've been embarrassed, or felt like an inconvenience about not being able to eat Gluten. When on our honeymoon in Mexico I had to survive a ten hour flight on four side salads and a packet of peanuts, all because the airline misplaced my gluten free meal request. Oh, and the countless times out to dinner where your poor excuse for a 'gluten-free substitute' is placed in front of you, and your fellow diners look on you with pity as you tuck into a sliced tomato with olive oil whilst they devour something far more satisfying. Sometimes being gluten-free sucks.
Monday, 25 May 2015
Wednesday, 20 May 2015
Every Saturday morning I look forward to three things; my one and only cup of caffeine tea for the day and a bowl gluten free muesli in bed whilst I sit and wait for my weekly pregnancy updates to bleep through on my phone. Having signed up to several different pregnancy apps, my favourite has to the What To Expect App, giving me the low down on how baby is developing and in what ways it is swiftly taking over mummy's body too. "You are 25 weeks pregnant" it told me this week. Blimey. Part of me can't believe how quickly these weeks are flying by, whilst the other part of me is still taking each day as it comes.
Thursday, 14 May 2015
Last weekend we celebrated our second wedding anniversary and thankfully this one was a major improvement on last year. Coming down with tonsillitis on the eve of our first wedding anniversary was a real hoot. Spending three hours in a medical centre, throwing up in a bowl, constantly dribbling because my throat had decided to close up, and sobbing like baby for 48 hours was a far cry from the romantic weekend I had in mind. I was a gruesome shadow of the blushing bride that I felt I was the year before.
Tuesday, 12 May 2015
As a blogger there have been numerous occasions over the years when I have offended some people in one way or another, (without intent on my part) where things I've written have been taken personally or out of context. So I must point out first and foremost, that I'm not intentionally setting out to name and shame those of you who have at some point said any of the below. This is merely a reflection, particularly in terms of weight gain and body changes, that affect every pregnant woman in entirely different ways and with most things I write about, I know I can't be alone in my woe.
Thursday, 30 April 2015
Ugh! As much as I've been enjoying lazy weekends and taking it easy, there was no avoiding it any longer...mission 'get our home ready for Baby Bean' had to begin at some point. So here I am barricaded in my bedroom by boxes, memories, bags of clothes and unwanted things- blogging, instead of sorting. It doesn't help that I'm not my usual Sergeant Organised Pants, as I was before I was impregnated. My old self would have had this place re-vamped and sorted in no time, but with an annoying bad back and the need to take more pee breaks and pit stops than the average Sloth, things are taking longer than anticipated.
Tuesday, 28 April 2015
"The baby won't need much..." was the Hubster's response when I said that we needed to start preparing for our our little bean's arrival. To which I stared at him in disbelief wondering whether to nut him for winding me up or hug him for his naivety. After all, neither of us have done this before, so how would he know what a baby actually needs? Whereas on the other hand, I'm surrounded by lots of friends who rock up, with an abundance of stuff that ensures their little ones are prepared for not only a morning stroll in the park, but for a month long trek around the globe should the opportunity arise over coffee and a catch up.
Saturday, 25 April 2015
A few loves, a little bit of life and a lot of laughs...
Hearing baby's heartbeat has to be up there as one of the loveliest sounds in the world. It never fails to reassure my worries and really hit home that there is actually a little bean taking up residence in my tummy. I recorded it at my 21 week check up this week and it was lovely to share the moment with my family...I would post the video on here but I don't fancy showing off the full extend of my stomach tissue mass on the internet. See I do have boundaries.