Yeah I said it. I see a lot of talk of new parent ‘baby’ excitement on the internet. A plethora of ‘firsts’ being looked forward to; giggles, words, steps, piano symphonies, whatever. I’m more about the long con. Babies are alright, I’ll love all of mine (yes I’m planning more already) unconditionally and will never see them harmed but I’m also fully and gleefully able to admit that for the initial months (years?) together they’re ugly, crying, demanding and expensive poop and vomit factories. What really warms my cockles is all the things I’ll be sharing with my son when he’s old enough to know that soiling oneself is neither fun nor remotely acceptable. Here are 5 things I literally do have to wait for (but don’t want to have to!) because we can’t skip the baby stage:
So we’re less than three weeks from our due date and even though I’m still at work, this baby cannot come quick enough. We have known that we were expecting since November, so it’s a massively long time to wait to meet our little man and frankly I am now bored of being pregnant.
I can’t complain about the pregnancy. I’ve not been sick, I’ve craved nothing, I’ve not felt all that different and I haven’t even put on that much weight. It’s been ideal but now, I’m ready to not be pregnant anymore.
Here are my top five reasons why I can’t wait to go through the labour pains and welcome my baby boy to the world.
I posted about Facebook mums last week. The response was fairly positive but a few people viewed it as ‘Mum-shaming’ which was, pretty upsetting.
I’m about to become a mother for the very first time, I write a blog aimed at parents, the last thing I want is to offend my target audience and a group of people I’m excited to become a part of. So if I did, I am sorry, but I hope that most of you took that post for the tongue-in-cheek opinion piece it was designed to be.
Being a mother is going to be hard, I know that.
There’ll be parts I love and parts I hate. That’s why I’ve made a list of the top ten things that need to change before he gets here in less than six weeks’ time.
Yes, I am pregnant on Slimming World. Slimming World is approved by the Royal College of Midwives as the ideal eating plan to follow whilst pregnant to give your baby all the nutrients they need and she signs off on my progress regularly. Before anyone starts panicking that I am (trying to) lose weight whilst carrying a baby, it is all above board and under the supervision of health professionals. Anyone who is pregnant and wanting to follow any kind of eating plan should always run it by their midwives first. I am playing it safe and so should you.
It’s that time of the week again, it’s #WeightLossWednesday and our usual Slimming World round up of the week. As most of you probably know, we get weighed on a Monday night but we save this until Wednesday – some weeks, that’s so we can let the disappointment sink in and bring ourselves round to talking about it.
This week, is not one of those weeks.
We never even thought of doing anything like this until we saw the linkup with Modern Dad Pages for #letterstomychildren – obviously, we don’t have the pleasure of having ours physically yet, but we’ve been through a lot together, the three of us. So this is potentially the first of a few letters to baby Mason, even though he hasn’t graced us with his presence yet.
If you’ve not read part one of our Newbies Antenatal posts, jump over here and check out our take on the first half of this wonderful experience. Today, we headed to the Countess of Chester for the final half of our antenatal class, before we were set out on our own to deal with the impending arrival on our own.
Getting there was already more of an ordeal than it should have been. Trundle to the car on a bright sunny morning to find that some really considerate and thoughtful (to be read “absolute idiot”) had parked her car directly in the exit of our car park. In full view of the eight or nine spare spaces she could have parked in, but nope… there was just fine. Our car horn was used more in the next ten minutes than I think it’s ever been used in the 18 months we’ve owned the car, and still… nothing. Wes got out finding the handbrake was firmly applied and we weren’t going to be able to shift it ourselves.
We were stuck in our own car park. Stuck and late. Brilliant.