Autumn is my favorite time of year, I love the fact that it is almost Christmas, I love the cosy nights in when it starts to get dark early, and I love the multi colored leaves on the ground and on the tree’s.
Anyone else think that their pregnant self is a bit like a different person?
So I am reading the new Bridget Jones Baby book. When I say reading I am technically having it read to me as it’s an audio book. I am also actually properly reading Inferno.
I am so happy to have reached 24 weeks, I know each week is important but I seem to be measuring my pregnancy in chunks – so first of all it was 12 weeks, then 16, then 24. Next one is 30 I guess and then 35 with the following weeks just waiting for him… Continue reading Pregnancy Diary – Week 24
The nursery is a big deal when you are pregnant with your first, what colors, what furniture, how much money and space do you have/need blah blah blah. It’s exhausting.
So now I have only got 16 weeks left of pregnancy (hopefully) I thought it would be cool to (try) and do a weekly diary. Apart from providing entertainment to the mass’s I think it would be awesome to show my little one someday – look this is what happened to Mummy and Daddy when… Continue reading Pregnancy Diary – Week 23
I will never forget hearing my baby’s heartbeat for the first time, I burst into tears just as his little image came up on screen at my 12 week scan and they turned on the sound so I could hear it. I will also never forget the first time I felt him move.
The big baby sex debate – to find out or not to find out?
So this weekend marks the halfway point for me and my growing bubba. In just 4 and a half months or 20 weeks to be exact I have gone from 8 stone (50KG) to 9 stone (57KG), have gained a bra size, and grown a baby from the size of an orange pip to the… Continue reading The halfway point – 20 weeks Pregnant
One of the best thing’s for me about not drinking is that I can spend what I would have spent on wine and gin on food and not feel guilty about it. So that mean’s lots of yummy lunch’s and no more squadgy handbag sandwiches!