‘You’re blooming nicely!’

That’s one of the phrases someone has said to me recently, along with the “when are you due?… Wow that’s a neat bump for a February baby!’. Well let me tell you, that made me feel flipping marvellous! Throughout my pregnancy I have felt like my bump was massive! Some of my friends have even joked that I must be having twins! It seemed to be growing rapidly, and every time I went for my midwife appointments I was always measuring above where they recommend you to be. The biggest measure was my 31 week appointment, where my bump had grown 4cm’s in 2 weeks and was measuring the size of a 33 week bump! Thankfully, I had my 33 week appointment today and there had been no further growth in the bump, so it looks like Bean was just having a growth spurt!

 

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28 Weeks

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Considering I am 33 weeks pregnant, and we’ve had Christmas, and I’ve pretty much eaten what I fancied whenever I wanted it, I haven’t put on that much weight! In total I’ve put on 10 Kilos, which is just under 1 and a half stone. But I would like to point out that I haven’t been gorging myself! But on the same note I haven’t been strict with my diet. If i’ve fancied chocolate, i’ve eaten some, if i’ve wanted a takeaway, i’ve ordered one. But I have also been making sure I have been eating proper balanced meals, and had healthy snacks (when someone can rip the bag of pickled onion monster munch out of my hands) with my lunch.

So many people have told me that as soon as I go on Mat leave i’m gonna pile on all this weight, and become the size of a house, but comments like that just make me even more determined to keep that weight off! It’s helped that I have an active job ( I work in retail, and let me tell you… Christmas in retail is mental, and being 30 odd weeks pregnant and battling the mess and the queues is an achievement!) and I have been making sure I drink plenty of fluid so I don’t have any water retention.

So, I’m in my third trimester, and everyone says that they second trimester is the best because you start to feel sore and achey in the third and the first trimester you’re either being sick or just feel sick!, but luckily so far, I have felt really good. Okay, there have been days where I’m absolutely shattered, and my sciatica has been playing me havoc, but who wouldn’t feel sore and achey after an 11 shift on Boxing Day?! I have been determined to not play the ‘pregnancy card’ and just carry on with my job as normal, much to my colleagues horror when they find me up a ladder in the stock room… oops, or when they catch me lifting a box I probably shouldn’t be… But unfortunately, I’m just not that type of person who will happily just sit with my feet up all day (okay some days I don’t get out of bed till 11am, but I did that pregnant or not pregnant… it’s okay to treat yourself once in a while!) I need to be active, I need to be doing something, I need to feel a sense of achievement and be productive! I think that has been one of the factors as to why i’ve managed to stay rather slender.

It’s also just nice hearing nice comments, like ‘you wouldn’t even know you’re pregnant from behind!’ or ‘I can’t believe you’ve only got 8 weeks left, you’re all bump, you haven’t put with on anywhere else!’ when you’re feeling particularly large and uncomfortable.

So far, they only problems i’m really having is getting comfortable in bed, or bending down to put my shoes and socks on, or finding something nice to wear (nothing fits any more and I refuse to pay crazy money on posh maternity clothes that i’ll hardly ever wear!) because some days, you just get fed up of wearing hoodies and tracksuit bottoms (it makes me feel like Vicky Pollard).

So thank you, to all you kind people who have said nice words to me, told me i’m glowing and my hair is looking lovely and glossy (when all i’ve done is actually wash it for the first time in a few days), you really do make my day.

The home stretch

So today marks the 3 month countdown for Bean’s arrival! I honestly cannot believe where those last 6 months have gone! Pregnancy for me, has been up and down. Some days I’ve loved it, and some days I’ve felt pretty low, but I can honestly say, I just cannot wait to meet our baby now!

3 months still feels so long to go, but I know it’s going to whizz by at the same time! We’ve still got so much to buy! Last week we purchased our pram, and I cannot wait till it arrives! It’s making it feel so real now, and excitement is just taking over!

A lot of people have been asking me how I’m feeling about labour, and in all honesty (at the moment anyway!) the thought of it doesn’t actually bother me. This baby has to come out one way or another, so for me, there’s really no point stressing over it!

If anyone has any tips or advice for a new mum, in any shape or form, I would be so grateful for it, because honestly, I’m probably a little unprepared and going in half blind!

Get up and go!

This is something I have been seriously lacking in, in the last 2 months or so. I’m not sure if my pregnancy is to blame, but I definitely think it’s a factor. For me, so far, pregnancy has been tiring and to be perfectly honest, bugging me at times. I wasn’t feeling myself, I get extra aggy for no reason, and I’m just tired, all the time! But it isn’t a lack of sleep type of tired, it’s an unmotivated, do I really have to put my dirty washing in the laundry basket? Kind of tired. I think it’s really been bugging Ryan if I’m honest. Now let me tell you, he has been so good during my pregnancy, even though I have been grumpy, and angry and sometimes shouting ‘you don’t understand what this is like!’. he has been very understanding, I’ve just been a cantankerous old witch. I am so very grateful for him. He has done most of the cooking, most of the cleaning, and just putting up with me in genera is a task in itself (pregnant or not!).

I am starting to feel a bit better now, but I think that’s because I am making a choice (sort of, you’ll see what I mean). Making a choice to get up out of bed on my days off (yes okay I didn’t get out of my bed till 10am today, but I’m telling you, I could have so easily stayed in it till 12! The way I am coping is making a choice, to not give myself a choice, if that makes any sense?! So many times we tell ourselves we can’t do things, or we don’t want to do things, but really, it’s mind over matter. If you just get up and do the thing you know you’ve got to do, and just cut out the argument you’re having with yourself in your head (like the angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other), you’ll actually find yourself; 1. Doing more stuff and, 2. feeling a lot better. I think that has a lot to do with our mental stability, and happiness, not giving ourselves the choice, because 9 times out of 10 we will be arguing with our selves about should we get out of bed, when we know full well we will be getting up at some point during the day, so why not just do it straight away and save yourself from going round and round in your head with your pesky shoulder friends?

Give it a try, you’ll probably surprise yourself with how much better you feel!

Time Zone.

So, the other day I was scrolling through facebook and I came across this post…

time zone

and it gave me peace. It made me smile. It basically just reminded me that life isn’t a competition, it’s not about who’s got the best paying job, or who’s had the best life experiences. Recently, I’ve just been comparing my life to so many other people’s. For instance it feels like everyone I know is pregnant at the moment! The worst thing I did recently was flick through linked in and have a look at what people in my year at school, or younger are doing for their careers, and it made me sad. I was looking at all these fancy titles they had, they has proper jobs, they weren’t working in retail like I have been for the last near 6 years of my life. They were working in London, they were climbing the career ladder, they were actually doing important things with their lives!

Well, this particular Facebook post brought me back to reality. So what if I wasn’t miles up my career ladder, so what if I wasn’t on a luxiourious  salary. To be quite honest, when I think about it, I might actually be living a life other people are jealous of. I don’t work in London which means, I don’t have to commute, or I don’t have to fork out double the amount in rent I would have to if I was living in London. I’m 22 and I’m married, how many other 22 year olds can say they’ve already been married for a year? I have a nice car, in fact me and Ryan both have a nice car, EACH! We don’t have to share which is a luxury to others. I don’t have children, which means I can sleep in as late as I want on my days off, I can be spontaneous if I want without having to think about having a babysitter.

Basically, the grass is always going to look greener on the other side, but in reality, the grass is greener where you water it. So really what i’m saying is. Don’t be so hard on yourself, your life is just a great than other peoples, heck, some people might even be jealous of your life. But, if you do want the life other people have got, then go and get it! It’s not going to appear on a plate for you, work for that promotion, look for a better paying job. However, make sure you make the most of the life you do have, because chances are, in a few years time you’ll be missing the old life you had!

I’m wide awake!

Have you ever been so tired you literally feel like a zombie? You can walk and talk but it just feels like you’re in a constant daze? Well that was me this time last year! 

Every morning I woke up and felt like I hadn’t slept a wink which was weird, because chances are I had been in bed for at least 9 hours! I would have work at 6am so I would go to bed at around 9pm, so I would be getting around 8 hours sleep, which is pretty much what a 21/22 year old needs, Yet still waking up tired! I tried less sleep, I tried more sleep. I tried having a nap when I got home from work… Which then turned into a 4 hour sleep! So pretty much every day I was getting 12 hours of sleep! Yet still tired?!

Well About 2 years ago  I had had enough of being tired all the time and decided to go to the doctor. After explaining everything and going for various tests I was ‘diagnosed’ with a B12 deficiency. Which can mean 2 things; either I’m not eating enough food with the B12 vitamin in or I’m eating enough but my body isn’t absorbing it properly. Mine was the latter, because even after taking those multivits you can get for this sort of thing my b12 count was still very low, it was actually the lowest my doctor had ever seen! Lower than 200 is seen as a deficiency and mine was around the 80mark!

So I stared having injections, I had to have them every 3 months, (which by the way are the most painful injections I have ever had!) and let me tell you, I definitely knew when I was due one! I would try and not have a reminder in my diary for when I was due an injection as I wanted to see if it was having a placebo effect. It wasn’t. So off I went to the docs every 3 months to get my fix so I could feel a little human again!

However, for about the last 6 months I haven’t needed a single injection! I have put it down to having less stress and anxiety in my life (but I couldn’t say for sure) that my body is able to function properly and release everything it’s meant to, to give me the energy I need. (I haven’t changed my diet/ exercise intake). It is actually pretty amazing that these days, for the first time ever, Ryan has been falling asleep before me and requesting that we go to bed! Normally it was the other way round!

 Gone are the days when I would be so shattered I would be begging for my bed at 6pm! I have a new lease of life! I can stop clock watching if I’m out in the evening and I don’t have to turn down plans for an evening out through fear of being so zombie-fied the next day. 

I am happy to say that I have got my life back and I’m enjoying being able to function on less than 12 hours of sleep!

Did I beat my sugar addiction?

So for those of you who have read my previous blog posts, you will know that I gave up sweets for lent, and let me tell you, those were the longest six weeks of my life!

For me, if I know I can’t have something it makes me want it more. Don’t get me wrong, there were times when I didn’t even think about sweets, but then there were times when that was all I could think about. The hardest times for me with my borderline sweet addiction were the evenings (especially when I was home alone) and when other people were eating them in front of my.

You might be disappointed to know that since lent has been over, yes I have had sweets, I haven’t given them up completely, but I have noticed a big change in the way I deal with cravings.

Lent has taught me what I pretty much should have already known. You can overcome cravings. For just over 6 weeks I was not allowed sweets, so when I faced a craving I just had to suck it up and either opt for something else, or just distract myself. So since lent has been over I can only name four occasions where I have eaten sweets, which in 2 weeks is really good for me (considering I was eating them on the daily before). It has helped me not to give into temptation, which is really helpful, because of two key factors;

1) It stops me from filling my body with sugar which according to research can feed cancerous cells in your body, rots your teeth, and is just generally bad for you!
2) It saves me money! Before I was spending up to £10 a week on sweets which over the year could add up to a whopping £520! Now that is some serious money being spent on sweets!

It hasn’t just helped me with my sugar cravings, but my craving in general. If I really get the urge for something I just think to myself, “No. I proved to myself that I could overcome my sweets cravings, therefore I will be able to overcome [insert craving here].

Basically, I have realised I have a lot more self control that I realised, I just need to put my mind to it, which in my books is a step in the right direction!

“Worrying won’t get you anywhere”

This is a quote that I often hear, and also often give to other people. It’s a lot harder to hear when you are on the receiving end of it though!

Lately all I’ve been doing is worrying! Mainly about money if I’m honest. Don’t get me wrong, me and Ryan never struggle to the point where we have to live off of toast and beans for weeks on end but I do sometimes think ‘how on earth are we going to afford this?!’. This month has been a tough one for money, my car was due a service and MOT (it’s passed thankfully!), both our car insurance was due and Ryans birthday is next week and then our wedding anniversary is at the end of the month. It has just been a very overwhelming month, and so many times I have thought about how rubbish it is to be an adult! So many bills and expenses you need to think about, you can’t just go out shopping without looking at your account and know there will be enough money in there. You have to plan and budget a lot more, and I’ve just been feeling so fed up with it all if I’m honest!

Ryan really has been my rock in the last few weeks, I often get tearful when talking about the finances and thinking that I’m never going to have caught up with money but constantly feeling like I’m in the rat race. But, through it all Ryan has reminded me that God will provide, he will see us through, he wouldn’t let us get swallowed up in debt and despair. Normally it would be me clinging onto this knowledge in hope that God will provide but I have found it so hard to believe this month.

However, after checking the bank account today, I was thoroughly shocked to see it in a positive instead of the negative I was expecting (considering all we have had to pay out for the cars this month). A payment had come in that we weren’t expecting and it has just taken the pressure off massively! Of course my loving father wouldn’t let me down! It was such a lovely sign of all the good he has done and will continue to do in my life. Even if it’s at the last minute, God is always there to rescue us and suffice our needs. 

25 “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? 26 Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27 Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life[a]? -Matthew 6 V 25-27