I do love my husband. You know when you spend so much time with someone and you live together, your lives basically conjoin. You see them every morning, you make them coffee, you watch Netflix in the evenings after dinner together. Then you go out, just the 2 of you and spend 4 hours with… Continue reading Week 38 – Come on baby!
Being pregnant is amazing – it really is. Just the shear fact that I have grown something inside me for the last 38 weeks (3 quarters of my year almost) is pretty god damn amazing. I mean this little guy started off life as a tadpole, an egg, and a sleepy Saturday morning in April.… Continue reading Things I can’t wait to do when I am not pregnant
I have a slight problem with this blog post. This problem being that it is now Thursday and due to the start of maturnity leave excitement/laziness I have only just gotten around to writing it. This is not the problem though. The problem is that I have forgotten what I have done over the last… Continue reading Week 36 – and I can’t remember anything
It is sunday afternoon and I am on the eve of my last day at work (for the next 10 months anyway). Its a lovely feeling because being my last day I don’t really feel like it’s a proper working day so I don’t have the usual sunday afternoon blues. So these first few weeks… Continue reading 10 Reasons I can’t wait to start Maturnity Leave
This week was sponsored by Ikea, and Mood Swings.
Yoga – we all know what it is. It’s where you all sit in a room full of incense with your legs behind your head chanting Namaste right?
Something I would not recommend being 34 weeks pregnant is car travel. Or any kind of travel for that matter. I don’t mean going to work or popping to the shops. I mean 2-3 hours sat on the motorway. This is what we did this weekend although of course it was worth it, but worth… Continue reading 34 Weeks – Xmas Shopping and Anger Issues
This week I have gone from walk to waddle in 24 hours and baby seems to have had a growth spurt as bump is not only appearing bigger but it would seem his little feet/hands/knees/elbows are constantly popping out of my tummy looking and feeling like some sort of spontaneous hernia.
Anyone else think that their pregnant self is a bit like a different person?
I have a theory about sleeping when you’re pregnant.