I'm on a pretty good cycle with Lady P. Every three hours she feeds and within that time she always naps for 30 minutes. That's not long though. 30 mins to get on top of what you need to do without having one eye on her goes by in a flash. Especially when you get you get your head around that the time between feeds is from the start of the feed. Let me explain...
If you feed at 1pm, that might take 30 mins. Regardless of how long it takes, the next feed is 3 hours away, at 4pm - so you've now only got 2.5 hours in which to do whatever you want to do. Gym, supermarket, coffee with friend, bake - and then BAM is time to get your tattas out again. The next thing you know it's bedtime and it all begins again.
At least I know I've got those 30mins every 3 hours. I've hung the washing out, tidied the spare room (Mum is coming to visit) and then I thought, fuck it - just sit down and please yourself for 10 of those minutes. Haha! 10 minutes. Whoopee doo! You've gotta laugh.
Anyway, this wasn't meant to be an account of my days! Just an account of one part of this day, weigh day. Stayed the same. Of course I would have loved to have lost something but I had a Chinese, sweeties, and a power of booze on Saturday night. So it was not to be. Fair enough. We're going on holiday a week on Friday to Crete with TB's folks and naturally there will be many delicious Greek foods. I'd love to lose 2lbs next week to try and get my down a bit before I put it all back on again!
This week I'm only gyming it twice so I'm going to do a home workout on Friday night - and my usual 10k of walking every day. Onwards!
I'm on a lifelong mission to ditch the lard. Stones away from my heaviest, I'm closing in on my pre-pregnancy weight. Next up, my wedding weight! Onwards!
Wednesday, 23 September 2015
Saturday, 19 September 2015
Hello from the first stop
In my last post (which was bloody ages ago) I said my first stop in the old weight game, was going to be the 13s. Just like a Eurovision contender, here I am, calling from the 13s. 13 stone 9.25lbs to be exact! Can you see me? That's me waving from a town called, Super Chuffed.
I'll stop with my terrible analogy, cause it isn't even really one. My grey matter is a bit rusty.
So in total I've lost just over a stone since I started actually trying post baby. I'm very pleased with this result as I deserve it! Let me tell you, I am working hard. Almost every single week I am at the gym three times. Once is a weight workout, once is spinning and once is a glute and shoulders workout. Mon - Fri (including the gym) I'm covering at least 10k - so my fitbit tells me. And of course what's going in my trap is mostly super healthy. It's only in the last few weeks things have really started to move though. One week I even gained. As you can imagine this went down like a lead balloon.
Breastfeeding dictates my whole day as the little munchkin feeds pretty much every three hours, but I've tried to forget about it when it comes to losing weight. The official line is that it means you're using up another 500 cals a day. I can't see it. The rate I'm losing weight at is slow. Which is good, I mean, I need to make sure I'm getting plenty of the good stuff to pass onto Lady P. But the pounds aren't just falling off like some people would have had me believe. I am putting the work in. For sure.
We've only got two months left of until we begin weaning (holy shit- I just counted that up) so I'm hoping as she gets bigger and feeds more and more efficiently, taking more and more milk, that these next eight weeks will see the back of at least half of the the last 13lbs preggo pounds.
You may be wondering where the baby chat is. Apart from the fact I'm going to tell you Lady P is such a good baby (mostly!) there is none. I spend SO much time thinking about her, I'm not inclined to bore you with the details. And there are so many details. The tiny things she does, that change and advance every day are mind blowing. To me. Four months of baby life, and I am loving it but I am also loving that I am still me. However, I am still gonna show you some pics of my wee darling.
And leave you with the hope of more regular blogs but you can always check out my instagram @mrs_lainey
I'll stop with my terrible analogy, cause it isn't even really one. My grey matter is a bit rusty.
So in total I've lost just over a stone since I started actually trying post baby. I'm very pleased with this result as I deserve it! Let me tell you, I am working hard. Almost every single week I am at the gym three times. Once is a weight workout, once is spinning and once is a glute and shoulders workout. Mon - Fri (including the gym) I'm covering at least 10k - so my fitbit tells me. And of course what's going in my trap is mostly super healthy. It's only in the last few weeks things have really started to move though. One week I even gained. As you can imagine this went down like a lead balloon.
Breastfeeding dictates my whole day as the little munchkin feeds pretty much every three hours, but I've tried to forget about it when it comes to losing weight. The official line is that it means you're using up another 500 cals a day. I can't see it. The rate I'm losing weight at is slow. Which is good, I mean, I need to make sure I'm getting plenty of the good stuff to pass onto Lady P. But the pounds aren't just falling off like some people would have had me believe. I am putting the work in. For sure.
We've only got two months left of until we begin weaning (holy shit- I just counted that up) so I'm hoping as she gets bigger and feeds more and more efficiently, taking more and more milk, that these next eight weeks will see the back of at least half of the the last 13lbs preggo pounds.
You may be wondering where the baby chat is. Apart from the fact I'm going to tell you Lady P is such a good baby (mostly!) there is none. I spend SO much time thinking about her, I'm not inclined to bore you with the details. And there are so many details. The tiny things she does, that change and advance every day are mind blowing. To me. Four months of baby life, and I am loving it but I am also loving that I am still me. However, I am still gonna show you some pics of my wee darling.
And leave you with the hope of more regular blogs but you can always check out my instagram @mrs_lainey
Saturday, 18 July 2015
Seven
Seven weeks post Miss P... I'm back on the exercise train. Toot toot!
TB is away on a stag do so baby and mamma are kicking back with my folks. With doting grandparents on hand there is no better time to get into the swing. Not my usual gig but a nice start was Zumba with mum last night. It wasn't hard but I could feel myself getting tired moving my heavier limbs about and I was so ready for it to be over!
This morning I went for a run. I think my last run was when I was about 16 weeks pregnant. Today was a 20 minute number, not exactly at high speed. But I did it without stopping. And well, I just did it. Pretty chuffed.
I quickly took these snaps last night. I probably should have taken my jacket off. I've a way to go but I'm on the road. First stop, is 9lbs away... the 13 stones.
Wednesday, 15 July 2015
Back to blogging
Life with Miss P is certainly different, but also kinda the same - just MORE.
I did have a post drafted all about how life is with her, what the first few weeks were like and of course, the actual birth. But as we close in on 7 weeks together, the significance of it all has faded and each day is a day of learning as we continue to get to know each other.
I mean, part of me wants to tell you what a good baby she is (well, just did), about the lonely moments in the middle of the night in the first few weeks when I uttered the words "I can't do this", how clever she has been at taking a bottle, my conflicted emotions about giving her formula from time to time, and how a bad night (of which there are few) is quickly forgotten about when I get to pick out a cute wee outfit for her just how god damn cute she is! I could go on forever. But that's not what this blog is about. Yeah, it's about my life but it's really about the size of my arse and how I'd like to reduce that!
First of all let me tell you that I almost gave up blogging. You know what it's like when you've not done it for weeks. Can you really be bothered to find the time again? That is key for me. When Miss P sleeps, I am trying to do 101 other things. I have no time. Actually no time. I should be hanging out washing right now! So who know how regularly I'll be posting, but I am going to keep it up and I suspect when I start losing weight (when, not if) it'll at least be weekly.
Anyway, I now no longer have a baby in my tummy so what are the dirty deets. Just how fat am I?! Pretty fat, but not as fat as I thought I would be!
During pregnancy, my heaviest was 16 and a half stone. Ooft! Post birth I was 15 stone 1.5lbs. A week later I was 14 stone 8.75lbs. Which is where I am now. So I've got about and stone and half to lose to get back to my pre pregnancy weight.
I have to take a moment to salute planks and side planks. Even just a few days after giving birth you would never have known I had just had a baby - stomach (with just a little additional flab) back to normal. Backside, not so much!
Let me leave you with a picture of my little bug at two days and seven weeks. Much less squished and swollen!
I did have a post drafted all about how life is with her, what the first few weeks were like and of course, the actual birth. But as we close in on 7 weeks together, the significance of it all has faded and each day is a day of learning as we continue to get to know each other.
I mean, part of me wants to tell you what a good baby she is (well, just did), about the lonely moments in the middle of the night in the first few weeks when I uttered the words "I can't do this", how clever she has been at taking a bottle, my conflicted emotions about giving her formula from time to time, and how a bad night (of which there are few) is quickly forgotten about when I get to pick out a cute wee outfit for her just how god damn cute she is! I could go on forever. But that's not what this blog is about. Yeah, it's about my life but it's really about the size of my arse and how I'd like to reduce that!
First of all let me tell you that I almost gave up blogging. You know what it's like when you've not done it for weeks. Can you really be bothered to find the time again? That is key for me. When Miss P sleeps, I am trying to do 101 other things. I have no time. Actually no time. I should be hanging out washing right now! So who know how regularly I'll be posting, but I am going to keep it up and I suspect when I start losing weight (when, not if) it'll at least be weekly.
Anyway, I now no longer have a baby in my tummy so what are the dirty deets. Just how fat am I?! Pretty fat, but not as fat as I thought I would be!
During pregnancy, my heaviest was 16 and a half stone. Ooft! Post birth I was 15 stone 1.5lbs. A week later I was 14 stone 8.75lbs. Which is where I am now. So I've got about and stone and half to lose to get back to my pre pregnancy weight.
I have to take a moment to salute planks and side planks. Even just a few days after giving birth you would never have known I had just had a baby - stomach (with just a little additional flab) back to normal. Backside, not so much!
Let me leave you with a picture of my little bug at two days and seven weeks. Much less squished and swollen!
Tuesday, 2 June 2015
Penelope
She finally graced us with her presence... Penelope.
Born Thursday 28th May at 5.40pm, a chubby little 9.1lbs - why am I not surprised!
Tuesday, 26 May 2015
Day 13
13 days overdue.
Can you believe this? I'm beginning to question if there actually is a baby in there. I always thought I'd be late, but not this late. And I have to admit, as my 14 days allowed before I'm induced have slowly disappeared, it's been tough.
I've been mentally prepared for a water birth throughout my whole pregnancy, taking place at my local maternity unit - just a mile from home. However, as induction is more medical it means I have to have the baby at the nearest hospital - 45 minutes away.
It's fine, it's not that big a deal, it's just not what I've visualised for the past nine months. On Sunday I went for a second sweep (sorry, I hate that word) with limited success. It was then I realised that I'm more than likely to be induced. That was not a good day and I spent a lot of it in tears; the culmination of almost two weeks of hanging around, carrying this baby, being uncomfortable, hormones, and lack of control.
So unless this baby makes a move in the next 24 hours, induction here I come. One way or another there is going to be a baby in my arms in by Friday. A little Gemini baby.
Can you believe this? I'm beginning to question if there actually is a baby in there. I always thought I'd be late, but not this late. And I have to admit, as my 14 days allowed before I'm induced have slowly disappeared, it's been tough.
I've been mentally prepared for a water birth throughout my whole pregnancy, taking place at my local maternity unit - just a mile from home. However, as induction is more medical it means I have to have the baby at the nearest hospital - 45 minutes away.
It's fine, it's not that big a deal, it's just not what I've visualised for the past nine months. On Sunday I went for a second sweep (sorry, I hate that word) with limited success. It was then I realised that I'm more than likely to be induced. That was not a good day and I spent a lot of it in tears; the culmination of almost two weeks of hanging around, carrying this baby, being uncomfortable, hormones, and lack of control.
So unless this baby makes a move in the next 24 hours, induction here I come. One way or another there is going to be a baby in my arms in by Friday. A little Gemini baby.
Wednesday, 20 May 2015
Grasshopper slices
If this baby doesn't make an appearance soon I'm going to bake myself into a diabetic coma.
Yesterday's endeavour was a minty choc delight described by the Hummingbird Bakery cookbook as a Grasshopper slice.
It all nearly went tits up as I had to make a white choc ganache with 1kg of chocolate. Yes, 1KG! That is a shitload of chocolate. So of course, I managed to split it. And when I say split, it wasn't just bit grainy looking, it looked like curdled milk. The oil from the cream had separated out so badly it was sitting on top of it. Horrific. And I was raging.
However, a quick google later and I read that a fix is to heat up some semi-skimmed milk and add it a bit at a time to the mix, stirring well. Holy milky bar kid. It worked! I am amazed! I was ready to chuck it in the bin, it was that bad. I mean it looked more lumpy than my thighs in their current state (i.e. VERY). The end result, creamy, smooth silky ganache. Amazing!
Anyway, here is a slice of the finished product (with a bite out it - ummm... baby was hungry!).
Obviously there is still no god damn baby! My friend who is a midwife told me to have more sex. Well, sex. Ha! Look, it's bloody awkward and heartburn inducing at this stage!
In other news (yes, this is my high octane life just now) I've cooked twice with quinoa this week. We had healthy burritos made with turkey mince and quinoa instead of rice. Very delicious they were too!
TB is on a health kick and so while I might still be chowing down on cakes and sweeties, my meals are all very healthy as I'm cooking for loverboy. It's been really good actually as it's helping me get back in the mindset - ready for the full on health kick which is imminent. Tonight's tea is a crazy tasty fritatta with leftovers including spicy turkey mine, roast sweet potato and leek. Can't wait!
Yesterday's endeavour was a minty choc delight described by the Hummingbird Bakery cookbook as a Grasshopper slice.
It all nearly went tits up as I had to make a white choc ganache with 1kg of chocolate. Yes, 1KG! That is a shitload of chocolate. So of course, I managed to split it. And when I say split, it wasn't just bit grainy looking, it looked like curdled milk. The oil from the cream had separated out so badly it was sitting on top of it. Horrific. And I was raging.
However, a quick google later and I read that a fix is to heat up some semi-skimmed milk and add it a bit at a time to the mix, stirring well. Holy milky bar kid. It worked! I am amazed! I was ready to chuck it in the bin, it was that bad. I mean it looked more lumpy than my thighs in their current state (i.e. VERY). The end result, creamy, smooth silky ganache. Amazing!
Anyway, here is a slice of the finished product (with a bite out it - ummm... baby was hungry!).
Obviously there is still no god damn baby! My friend who is a midwife told me to have more sex. Well, sex. Ha! Look, it's bloody awkward and heartburn inducing at this stage!
In other news (yes, this is my high octane life just now) I've cooked twice with quinoa this week. We had healthy burritos made with turkey mince and quinoa instead of rice. Very delicious they were too!
TB is on a health kick and so while I might still be chowing down on cakes and sweeties, my meals are all very healthy as I'm cooking for loverboy. It's been really good actually as it's helping me get back in the mindset - ready for the full on health kick which is imminent. Tonight's tea is a crazy tasty fritatta with leftovers including spicy turkey mine, roast sweet potato and leek. Can't wait!
Monday, 18 May 2015
Come on out!
I'm still here and I'm still pregnant! Today I'm 40 weeks and five days so officially overdue.
The past month feels like it's been really busy - what with finishing up at work and generally just getting (parts of) the house organised. Last week I thought I had feck all to do and then my accountant asked for all my tax return info so that was three days of spreadsheets!
And inbetween we've also had my birthday and our wedding anniversary. I'm actually really pleased we've managed to get those dates out the way so that the baby's birthday it a date of it's own - and let's be honest, who wants to be pushing a human out their vagina on their birthday? Not I.
So yeah, that's me 35. It doesn't feel or seem that old (and I know if you're older than that you'll be scoffing right now) but then I realise that's 17 twice over. I moved to Edinburgh for uni when I was 17. I can't believe it's been another 17 years since then. So, so fast. I really feel like I just left uni a few years ago.
Despite moving around like a big lump, I had a lovely birthday. My mum came up to see me and we went out for lunch at my local beachside cafe. Cannot wait to go for walks here with our baby.
My lovely parents in law also took us our for dinner. I've not got much to wear at this stage so I donned my trusty, striped maternity dress which has been a new look god-send. There ain't no hiding in this and I did get a few looks at the restaurant. There's a baby in my tummy - deal with it! You can also see in the background the freshly painted bedroom and new carpet! Loving our new 'coastal' bedroom. You might also spot our crib which is just waiting for a wee person to go in it!
Sunday was our first anniversary. It's been a fantastic year. A really busy year. I am such a lucky girl to have found TB and I can't wait to have lots and lots more years together. We spent the day, cutting the grass and tidying round. So romantic! Ha! Someone asked me if we were doing paper gifts. I said yes, a birth certificate.
I've been doing quite a lot of baking since I've actually had some time, which has been fab. So nice to enjoy the new kitchen and potter around making cakes. TB's colleagues are pretty happy about it too as they are on the receiving end.
We've had a bit of a cat situation on our hands. Papa Lazarou is just as affectionate as ever - as seen here with bump - but Dave is seldom seen at the moment. He appears for some food once ever few days and that's about it. Turns out some dame who lives on the next street has been feeding him! She took him to the vet to see if he belonged to anyone (thank for microchipping) and so they called me to make sure he had a home to go to. Ummm - YES! How about you stop feeding him and don't let him come in your house. I want to get him back home and settled before a wailing sprog sends him running again!
So that's me covered just about everything apart from how I am feeling about waiting for this baby to show up! I am ready to stop being pregnant and I am so ready to meet this wee monkey. I've got until I'm 42 weeks before I'll be induced - so just over another week left. I really don't want that though as it means I have to go to the big hospital 45 mins away, rather than my midwife led maternity unit where I've had all my appointments (and the fact I am sick of lugging this sprog around in my uterus) At my last visit there I was examined and they said the baby's head is very low - so that's good news. I'm booked back in for a sweep (ugh) on Thursday so I'm hoping that will chivvy things along if there is nothing by then.
It's weird being in this limbo like state. I'm not physically able to to walk far and I don't really want to be that far from home - so we are just waiting. TB is worse than me; he is desperate for us to have our wee baby and bring it home. In the meantime, what else is there to do apart from make jaffa cake cupcakes.
The past month feels like it's been really busy - what with finishing up at work and generally just getting (parts of) the house organised. Last week I thought I had feck all to do and then my accountant asked for all my tax return info so that was three days of spreadsheets!
And inbetween we've also had my birthday and our wedding anniversary. I'm actually really pleased we've managed to get those dates out the way so that the baby's birthday it a date of it's own - and let's be honest, who wants to be pushing a human out their vagina on their birthday? Not I.
So yeah, that's me 35. It doesn't feel or seem that old (and I know if you're older than that you'll be scoffing right now) but then I realise that's 17 twice over. I moved to Edinburgh for uni when I was 17. I can't believe it's been another 17 years since then. So, so fast. I really feel like I just left uni a few years ago.
Despite moving around like a big lump, I had a lovely birthday. My mum came up to see me and we went out for lunch at my local beachside cafe. Cannot wait to go for walks here with our baby.
My lovely parents in law also took us our for dinner. I've not got much to wear at this stage so I donned my trusty, striped maternity dress which has been a new look god-send. There ain't no hiding in this and I did get a few looks at the restaurant. There's a baby in my tummy - deal with it! You can also see in the background the freshly painted bedroom and new carpet! Loving our new 'coastal' bedroom. You might also spot our crib which is just waiting for a wee person to go in it!
The next big change to the house is cutting one of the bedrooms in half to make two rooms. The velux windows went in when we were on hols and last week we got the new door in place. Some jobs you just gotta pay a joiner to do. This new half is going to be the baby's room and the other half will still have room for a double bed - it was a huge room. There is no massive rush for this though as the baby will be in with us for the first while.
Sunday was our first anniversary. It's been a fantastic year. A really busy year. I am such a lucky girl to have found TB and I can't wait to have lots and lots more years together. We spent the day, cutting the grass and tidying round. So romantic! Ha! Someone asked me if we were doing paper gifts. I said yes, a birth certificate.
I've been doing quite a lot of baking since I've actually had some time, which has been fab. So nice to enjoy the new kitchen and potter around making cakes. TB's colleagues are pretty happy about it too as they are on the receiving end.
We've had a bit of a cat situation on our hands. Papa Lazarou is just as affectionate as ever - as seen here with bump - but Dave is seldom seen at the moment. He appears for some food once ever few days and that's about it. Turns out some dame who lives on the next street has been feeding him! She took him to the vet to see if he belonged to anyone (thank for microchipping) and so they called me to make sure he had a home to go to. Ummm - YES! How about you stop feeding him and don't let him come in your house. I want to get him back home and settled before a wailing sprog sends him running again!
So that's me covered just about everything apart from how I am feeling about waiting for this baby to show up! I am ready to stop being pregnant and I am so ready to meet this wee monkey. I've got until I'm 42 weeks before I'll be induced - so just over another week left. I really don't want that though as it means I have to go to the big hospital 45 mins away, rather than my midwife led maternity unit where I've had all my appointments (and the fact I am sick of lugging this sprog around in my uterus) At my last visit there I was examined and they said the baby's head is very low - so that's good news. I'm booked back in for a sweep (ugh) on Thursday so I'm hoping that will chivvy things along if there is nothing by then.
It's weird being in this limbo like state. I'm not physically able to to walk far and I don't really want to be that far from home - so we are just waiting. TB is worse than me; he is desperate for us to have our wee baby and bring it home. In the meantime, what else is there to do apart from make jaffa cake cupcakes.
Wednesday, 22 April 2015
Doing and Dealing
How are we nearing the end of April. HOW?
I'll tell you how, life has been so crazy busy that the days are passing in a mahoosive blur. The kind of blur that makes me feel entirely exhausted and just a leetle bit over sensitive! Using the wrong jug to froth milk? I will take you down. You know, that kind of over sensitive.
I'm 37 weeks pregnant today (so I am allowed to be irrational - OKAY?!) and boy, am I feeling it. I'm still don't have the biggest of bumps but I am really aware of the extra weight I'm lugging around. When I stand up, I can feel it all going into my pelvis and lower back. Even when I lie down, there is just... this weight. Walking is slow. I am slow! With just three weeks to go until my due date though, this is pretty good going I reckon. I am tired, mind you. I feel wiped. Physically and mentally.
Even though we had a week away on holiday we just haven't stopped. For months. It's just been constant. TB'd dad was giving me a row last week for painting. I didn't want to be painting. Let's make that clear - I am over it! But the carpet was coming, and this baby is coming. Shit's gotta get done.
I did lose the plot a few days later when I was trying to paint the lower wall and it just wasn't happening (bending down is not part of my range any more). The tears came and through my wailing I tried to explain to TB that I'd had enough and maybe it would be easier to just go back to being two. Just us. How's that's possible I don't know but at the time it seemed like a very appealing idea. I'm definitely getting more teary again. Work has been proper mental too, which has been getting me down but I've broken the back of a VERY challenging project and I've just got this week and next - and then I am DONE!
After my painting meltdown we did get bedroom finished before the carpet arrived on Monday. So we're back in our bedroom, the baby's chest of drawers is built up and stocked. We are gaining control! I also got my kitchen shelves up which I am love with. I've been planning these for quite some time! You gotta love those jobs where you can select a few lovely items and place them with care. I've been dreaming about using my new le creuset tea pot for over a year!
The rest of the house is bonkers messy though. I got a huge pile of baby clothes from my sister in law (which I've washed and put away), along with various bouncy chairs, a Moses basket and other stuff I've not had a chance to look at. Lucky me! But where does all this new stuff go?
It's all been chucked into our front room that has no furniture in it (which we are lucky to have) but it has sort of been our DIY dumping ground. Currently there are piles of kitchen cabinet off-cuts, our old cooker, paint pots, bits of an old kitchen table, ALL the tools - as well as our new pram and car seat! Just shutting the door on it just now. Cannot deal. Don't actually need to deal - this is what I must remind myself. We have done a power of work. Not everything needs to be sorted in one go.
I've been really excited to have our baby, but also scared. What have we let ourselves in for? My mindset kind of changed at the weekend. My childhood best friend was due six days before me. She had to get induced early and had her baby on Sunday; a wee girl. She's got her baby. She knows what she looks like. I want to meet mine. I can't wait.
I'll tell you how, life has been so crazy busy that the days are passing in a mahoosive blur. The kind of blur that makes me feel entirely exhausted and just a leetle bit over sensitive! Using the wrong jug to froth milk? I will take you down. You know, that kind of over sensitive.
Even though we had a week away on holiday we just haven't stopped. For months. It's just been constant. TB'd dad was giving me a row last week for painting. I didn't want to be painting. Let's make that clear - I am over it! But the carpet was coming, and this baby is coming. Shit's gotta get done.
I did lose the plot a few days later when I was trying to paint the lower wall and it just wasn't happening (bending down is not part of my range any more). The tears came and through my wailing I tried to explain to TB that I'd had enough and maybe it would be easier to just go back to being two. Just us. How's that's possible I don't know but at the time it seemed like a very appealing idea. I'm definitely getting more teary again. Work has been proper mental too, which has been getting me down but I've broken the back of a VERY challenging project and I've just got this week and next - and then I am DONE!
After my painting meltdown we did get bedroom finished before the carpet arrived on Monday. So we're back in our bedroom, the baby's chest of drawers is built up and stocked. We are gaining control! I also got my kitchen shelves up which I am love with. I've been planning these for quite some time! You gotta love those jobs where you can select a few lovely items and place them with care. I've been dreaming about using my new le creuset tea pot for over a year!
The rest of the house is bonkers messy though. I got a huge pile of baby clothes from my sister in law (which I've washed and put away), along with various bouncy chairs, a Moses basket and other stuff I've not had a chance to look at. Lucky me! But where does all this new stuff go?
It's all been chucked into our front room that has no furniture in it (which we are lucky to have) but it has sort of been our DIY dumping ground. Currently there are piles of kitchen cabinet off-cuts, our old cooker, paint pots, bits of an old kitchen table, ALL the tools - as well as our new pram and car seat! Just shutting the door on it just now. Cannot deal. Don't actually need to deal - this is what I must remind myself. We have done a power of work. Not everything needs to be sorted in one go.
I've been really excited to have our baby, but also scared. What have we let ourselves in for? My mindset kind of changed at the weekend. My childhood best friend was due six days before me. She had to get induced early and had her baby on Sunday; a wee girl. She's got her baby. She knows what she looks like. I want to meet mine. I can't wait.
Thursday, 9 April 2015
Fatty boom boom BOOM
Holy crap. I stepped on the scales this morning. Oh my god. MY GOD.
I am kind of laughing about it because I am indeed carrying a 5.5lb human being inside me right now, not to mention all the other bobbins that goes with it - and the gigantic boobs - but I'll say it again... Holy Crap.
I'm 16 stone! Ha! SIXTEEN! Jesus wept. In fact, he sobbed his little heart out. This is unchartered territory for me. I used to talk about Fresh Fat (FF) when I was losing weight. Well, this is FF alright, just fresh fat that has gone ON. And I've still got over a month to go. Dear God.
This means I have put on 3stone. That's some amount of weight. I hope you're suitably impressed. That takes skill. No wonder my feet are sore!
My heaviest ever was 15 and a half stone. Those were not fun days. Thing is, I don't think I look like I did then. My face certainly ain't quite as chubby. That's something I have to thank the ageing process for, I suppose.
Oh well, here I am and there's not much I can do about it now. A few months time though.... oh it is all kicking off! Frumpy mamma, I am not going to be.
I am kind of laughing about it because I am indeed carrying a 5.5lb human being inside me right now, not to mention all the other bobbins that goes with it - and the gigantic boobs - but I'll say it again... Holy Crap.
I'm 16 stone! Ha! SIXTEEN! Jesus wept. In fact, he sobbed his little heart out. This is unchartered territory for me. I used to talk about Fresh Fat (FF) when I was losing weight. Well, this is FF alright, just fresh fat that has gone ON. And I've still got over a month to go. Dear God.
This means I have put on 3stone. That's some amount of weight. I hope you're suitably impressed. That takes skill. No wonder my feet are sore!
My heaviest ever was 15 and a half stone. Those were not fun days. Thing is, I don't think I look like I did then. My face certainly ain't quite as chubby. That's something I have to thank the ageing process for, I suppose.
Oh well, here I am and there's not much I can do about it now. A few months time though.... oh it is all kicking off! Frumpy mamma, I am not going to be.
Wednesday, 8 April 2015
Shaping up - and out
Hols were fab.
Lazy and fab. There was a lot of lounging around, reading, napping and eating. Perfect. I'm really feeling the extra weight so it was just what I wanted. Getting myself up off a low seat or couch and tying my shoe laces are no longer easy tasks so throwing on a sun dress and pair of flip flops was just about my limit.
We got home really late on Sunday night, got up at lunchtime on Monday and came back to work on Tuesday. However, things at home have progressed a good deal as we came home to two new velux windows in the room we're cutting in half to make two smaller rooms, and our bedroom is totally plastered ready for painting. On top of that the kitchen floor is finished and our dining table and sideboard arrived on Monday.
So finally, we have a (just about) completed kitchen. Sitting at the table to eat our tea on Monday night felt amazing! Last night we unpacked our remaining wedding gifts (which was most of them!) and got them put away/in use/on the wall. Only taken us the best part of a year! It's been worth the wait though. Hello le creuset tea pot and Orla Kiely cake tins! I must get some pics.
That's the house - all coming along nicely. A bit like the pregnancy! I've got 5 weeks until my due date. Holy crap. So that means it could be three weeks or seven weeks. My palms just got a bit sweaty. I am not even joking.
The baby is wriggling ALL. THE. TIME. It's wee bottom often pushes out just above my belly button and there is a foot on the left hand side that loves to poke out. It's the weirdest thing. I love it but I am feeling so crushed in there - especially when I am sitting at my desk all day long. The baby weighs about five and a half pounds so that means there are still a good two or more to go. How it's all going to fit in there I do not know. It really tight as it with gasp inducing punches getting lower all the time. Ouch!
I had an appointment on Monday with the midwife who gave me the usual once over - blood pressure, bump measurements etc. and as has been the way with the whole pregnancy - textbook. The baby is in the right position and I am feeling fine so all good. I've been really lucky. We talked through my birth plan which I am pretty relaxed about. Actually, I'm pretty relaxed about the whole labour part. Sure, when I think about it, my heart goes a little faster and the thought of squeezing a human out my vagina makes me wince but I'm not worried about it. This baby is going to come out one way or the other so there is no point in getting worked up about it or having a fixed way in mind that I want to do things. Although fast and pain free would be lovely!
Lazy and fab. There was a lot of lounging around, reading, napping and eating. Perfect. I'm really feeling the extra weight so it was just what I wanted. Getting myself up off a low seat or couch and tying my shoe laces are no longer easy tasks so throwing on a sun dress and pair of flip flops was just about my limit.
We got home really late on Sunday night, got up at lunchtime on Monday and came back to work on Tuesday. However, things at home have progressed a good deal as we came home to two new velux windows in the room we're cutting in half to make two smaller rooms, and our bedroom is totally plastered ready for painting. On top of that the kitchen floor is finished and our dining table and sideboard arrived on Monday.
So finally, we have a (just about) completed kitchen. Sitting at the table to eat our tea on Monday night felt amazing! Last night we unpacked our remaining wedding gifts (which was most of them!) and got them put away/in use/on the wall. Only taken us the best part of a year! It's been worth the wait though. Hello le creuset tea pot and Orla Kiely cake tins! I must get some pics.
That's the house - all coming along nicely. A bit like the pregnancy! I've got 5 weeks until my due date. Holy crap. So that means it could be three weeks or seven weeks. My palms just got a bit sweaty. I am not even joking.
The baby is wriggling ALL. THE. TIME. It's wee bottom often pushes out just above my belly button and there is a foot on the left hand side that loves to poke out. It's the weirdest thing. I love it but I am feeling so crushed in there - especially when I am sitting at my desk all day long. The baby weighs about five and a half pounds so that means there are still a good two or more to go. How it's all going to fit in there I do not know. It really tight as it with gasp inducing punches getting lower all the time. Ouch!
I had an appointment on Monday with the midwife who gave me the usual once over - blood pressure, bump measurements etc. and as has been the way with the whole pregnancy - textbook. The baby is in the right position and I am feeling fine so all good. I've been really lucky. We talked through my birth plan which I am pretty relaxed about. Actually, I'm pretty relaxed about the whole labour part. Sure, when I think about it, my heart goes a little faster and the thought of squeezing a human out my vagina makes me wince but I'm not worried about it. This baby is going to come out one way or the other so there is no point in getting worked up about it or having a fixed way in mind that I want to do things. Although fast and pain free would be lovely!
Friday, 27 March 2015
Time to unwind
The weeks are just flying past - somone hit the pause button!
It's been a busy old time with me - as per. House stuff is really moving on and I feel like we can almost see the light at the end of the tunnel. Well, for this phase anyway! And that is bloody good feeling.
The kitchen/dining room floor has been getting laid this week. In the meantime we have stripped our bedroom wallpaper and totally cleared the room out so that it can get a skim coat of plaster next week. Also next week in the biggest of all the bedrooms we are getting two velux windows put in as we're going to spilt the room in two and so need more light. It's all go! But next week while this is happening, we're on holiday! Whoooo fricking hoooo!
Man, do we need this holiday. It's been six months of hard graft. Poor TB just goes to work and then comes home to work on the house. It's been non stop with all our energy and money being put into the house. To have a week sitting around in the sun, relaxing, not having jobs hanging over us will be so good. The last holiday we went on was our honeymoon, in June last year. God, we need this.
When we get back, the kitchen will be pretty much done apart from a few fiddly bits and we'll be bashing on with decorating our bedroom. Easy when you've got freshly plastered walls to work with though, compared to our usual three weeks of sanding and pollyfilly prep.
Work has also been bonkers busy - cannot wait to leave that behind too.
And alongside all this - I'm getting more and more preggo. I've had the easiest time of it but now my feet are starting to get sore. Carting all this extra weight around with me is not easy and I'm beginning to feel it.
I forgot what it was like to get sore feet. To walk for more than a few miles with two stone plus on your frame - it's tough. Since I've been fitter, rushing around the place without stopping is no big deal. Running up the stairs - easy. I totally took that for granted. At the moment I feel like don't walk, I kind of lumber around. I'm doing my best to hold myself normally and not be OTT with it but man, I gotta sit down a lot! And it's only going to get worse. The baby is currently around 4 and a half pounds. It could double!
I've only got seven weeks left until my due date. Seven weeks! Gah! We built the crib/co sleeper up the other day and it's now next to our bed. It's been really nice to see it in place. Every time I look at it, I think to myself, soon there's going to be a wee baby in there.
If I think about it too much, I can't get my head around it. There is a fully formed baby inside me right now. It's just a matter of weeks until it's out and we have to do everything for it. Two will suddenly be three. No matter what I think I can expect, I know I've got no idea.
It's been a busy old time with me - as per. House stuff is really moving on and I feel like we can almost see the light at the end of the tunnel. Well, for this phase anyway! And that is bloody good feeling.
The kitchen/dining room floor has been getting laid this week. In the meantime we have stripped our bedroom wallpaper and totally cleared the room out so that it can get a skim coat of plaster next week. Also next week in the biggest of all the bedrooms we are getting two velux windows put in as we're going to spilt the room in two and so need more light. It's all go! But next week while this is happening, we're on holiday! Whoooo fricking hoooo!
Man, do we need this holiday. It's been six months of hard graft. Poor TB just goes to work and then comes home to work on the house. It's been non stop with all our energy and money being put into the house. To have a week sitting around in the sun, relaxing, not having jobs hanging over us will be so good. The last holiday we went on was our honeymoon, in June last year. God, we need this.
When we get back, the kitchen will be pretty much done apart from a few fiddly bits and we'll be bashing on with decorating our bedroom. Easy when you've got freshly plastered walls to work with though, compared to our usual three weeks of sanding and pollyfilly prep.
Work has also been bonkers busy - cannot wait to leave that behind too.
And alongside all this - I'm getting more and more preggo. I've had the easiest time of it but now my feet are starting to get sore. Carting all this extra weight around with me is not easy and I'm beginning to feel it.
I forgot what it was like to get sore feet. To walk for more than a few miles with two stone plus on your frame - it's tough. Since I've been fitter, rushing around the place without stopping is no big deal. Running up the stairs - easy. I totally took that for granted. At the moment I feel like don't walk, I kind of lumber around. I'm doing my best to hold myself normally and not be OTT with it but man, I gotta sit down a lot! And it's only going to get worse. The baby is currently around 4 and a half pounds. It could double!
I've only got seven weeks left until my due date. Seven weeks! Gah! We built the crib/co sleeper up the other day and it's now next to our bed. It's been really nice to see it in place. Every time I look at it, I think to myself, soon there's going to be a wee baby in there.
If I think about it too much, I can't get my head around it. There is a fully formed baby inside me right now. It's just a matter of weeks until it's out and we have to do everything for it. Two will suddenly be three. No matter what I think I can expect, I know I've got no idea.
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