Monday, 29 March 2010

A Family Affair

Whoever would have thought that preparing for a Christening would have been such a big deal? Naturally, we had the usual family fall outs over the choice of Godparents (not ideal, but not wholly unexpected), but other than that, I assumed it would be plain sailing. Perhaps it's my 'hormones' but I'm finding it far more stressful than it should be.

First (and most important), the clothes issue has raised it's head. Buying for H isn't too tricky - we're not having a Christening gown, because he's too old, but there are wide range of decent trousers and waistcoats to choose from. The main problem for him is the sizing - he's just over 12 months, so the 9-12 month ones are a tad too small, but the 12-18 month outfits swamp him. Which makes it look like we've bought something for him to 'grow into'. As the eldest growing up, I always vowed I wouldn't do this with my kids, so it's 'rock and a hard place territory'.

For me, sizing is also a problem. As yet, there has been no weight increase or expansion of any kind. But I'm loathe to buy anything new, because I'm sure the second I do, my waist will explode. Needless to say, I don't want to wear anything I've already got, because, well, it's a good reason to buy something new. The only option is to wait until the last moment. And waiting until the last moment is not my strong point.

Second problem is the catering. Mainly the booze - I keep ordering more, because I'm worried we'll run out. And there's nothing worse than running out. But it's also the food - with so many children of different ages, it's like catering for the 5000. A few breadsticks strategically placed around the church hall are not going to cut it. On the positive side, though, we get free glass hire when we order the food, so we don't have to worry about plastic glasses for people to drink out of.

Third, the cake. What a palaver. Should it be themed? Religious? Square? Round? For goodness sake, it's just a cake. So long as it's chocolate, I don't really care about the rest. And I'm fairly confident these are exactly like wedding cakes - all very well and seems important at the time, but nobody really gives two hoots. And nobody ever remembers them. Unless they're really awful.

What I am looking forward to, though, is finally announcing to everyone that I'm pregnant. All things being well, the scan will happen on the Friday and the Christening will be on the Sunday. And the Monday (which I've strategically booked off work) will be a stress free and relaxing day. At the spa. With no family member in sight.

Friday, 26 March 2010

Competitive pregnancy

Being pregnant for the second time is a completely different experience - or it is, at least, for me. This time, I'm much more conscious about what the end result is (let's be honest, last time around, I didn't really take it that seriously. I spent most of my time moaning that I couldn't have a second glass of wine). This time, I'm a lot more aware that I'm actually growing a life - something that I remind my husband on a daily basis (mainly from the sofa I've collapsed on) - and so the lack of wine, cheese, sushi etc isn't really such an issue. Although, it is only month two - let's see how philosophical I'm being in month eight.

Either way, I'm finding it much more fun to read about pregnancy and other people's experiences. Which is how I came across this post from Mommy Has a Headache. I love the whole idea of a competitive pregnancy - and specifically the Stickthins vs. Supersizers. To give you a flavour: "If you are the kind of pregnant woman who can start stick thin and stay stick thin throughout her pregnancy (but with a small bump), you have a good chance of competing with the Stickthins. But let’s face facts here most of us would have an easier job competing with the Supersizers."

Naturally, I'd like to think of myself as a Stickthin. I reckon that the lack of alcohol consumption alone ensures I lose weight, or at least don't put any on. Or at least that's what happened last time. Then again, I also organised my own wedding last time (yes, shotgun) - and the stress of that probably helped keep the weight down too. My main concern so far is stretch marks and saggy boobs - for which I'm employing Mama Mio's Boob Tube and Tummy Rub. But having read this, I'm also off to find the healthy eating plan from 'What to expect when you're expecting'. If I'm going to carry my bump as if it's a Prada purse, it's the least I can do.

Thursday, 25 March 2010

Well done Darling

It's been ages since I wrote, for which I apologise - it's been a busy couple of weeks. First, we've decided to sell our house. A simple enough idea in theory, but whoever knew that HIPs are a total pain in the arse and cost a bloody fortune. And really, I can't see the point. Surely this is just what solicitors did anyway? Money for old rope, it seems to me. But it's law, so we have to do it. I wasn't quite prepared for how long it was going to take though. Finally, our place has gone on the market today - just in time for the revised stamp duty level - hooray!! We're hoping to get just under £250,000, so we should be laughing - fingers crossed.

In between moving out half our stuff to the new storage unit (to ensure our home is showcased to its best possible advantage - read: look bigger) I also came down with a severe case of food poisoning. Not ideal at the best of times, but certainly not in my condition. I didn't eat for a week. People keep telling me how thin I look. Good for me, probably not so great for the baby. But all seems to be going okay - thankfully it's not long until the scan now, and then we can finally go public. No more pretending that 'I just don't feel like sushi today'.
Roll on Good Friday.

Thursday, 4 March 2010

Sleep, glorious sleep

I am exhausted. Boy, I thought I was tired last week, but that was nothing compared to this. Last night, I struggled to collect H and make it home. I then literally sat of the floor and and waited for D to come home - whilst letting H run riot around the living room. Thankfully, D rescued me pretty quickly and I went to bed. At just gone 8pm. I kid you not. Moreover, I slept. Until 8.30am. Do I feel rested and ready to embrace a new day? I do not. I feel exhausted. Roll on Bank Holiday Monday in May, when I can go public and promptly install a sofa in my office, and then sleep in the day if I so desire. I'd clearly be rubbish as a spy; all this cloak and dagger activity - that's trying to switch the tea bags from normal to decaff without anyone noticing - is a waste of time. I'm fairly confident I'm fooling no-one.

Right, it's lunchtime. Thank goodness!

Monday, 1 March 2010

Be careful what you wish for

The worst thing about finding out you're pregnant so early on, is that it's going to make the pregnancy last forever. After some quick calculations today, I've discovered that I'm three weeks pregnant. Note that the doctor's would say I'm five weeks pregnant (which is probably why so many people are 'late'), but given that I can work out exactly when I conceived, I can definitely say that I am only three weeks down. As there are another 37 weeks to go, this was not an inspiring revelation.

More over, it's going to make the first trimester unbearable. First time round, I didn't even figure out that I was knocked up until about eight weeks in. So, by the time I'd been to the doctors and all that jazz, I only had to wait a couple of weeks before I could go public. Perfect. Today, I realised I won't be able to tell people until about the first May bank holiday - which seems like a lifetime away. But I shouldn't really be moaning - we did get lucky right away, and I won't be pregnant over Christmas, so it couldn't have worked out better really.


Given that I can't plan my outfit for a forthcoming wedding, I decided to buy a hat instead. You can't go wrong with a Philip Treacy, so this is what I've bought:




I'm very happy. I know, I know, it's black, but so long as I don't wear a black dress too, I think it should be fine. Black shoes, black bag and I'll be sorted. And I know for definite that I won't grow out of it before the big day, so it's a winner all round.