The first of many….

Yesterday Elisabeth fell over and grazed her knee properly for the first time, blood and everything, well a little bit. Considering she is two and a half we realise how lucky we are to have been injury/blood free for such a long time. But that wasn’t the main event this weekend.

The biggest thing by far was picking up Elisabeth’s first pair of glasses.

A couple of weeks ago Elisabeth had an eye test in hospital and it became clear that one of her eyes was stronger than the other and the weaker one wasn’t doing any of the work. Luckily we caught it really early and there would be no need for an eye patch, but she would need glasses to try and rectify the problem.

So a week ago we all went into town to choose her some glasses. Elisabeth was quite excited about getting glasses (it helps that I wear glasses as well) and she did really good. She was really well behaved and helped us choose a super cute little pair that fit her little head. She even sat still when the optician did some measurements. Very good girl.

Last Saturday it was time to pick them up. Again she was very well behaved and waited (almost) patiently as the lady adjusted her glasses so they would stay put on her tiny little nose. She wore them out of the shop and on the bus home. The rest of the day she spent a lot of time putting them on, taking them off, cleaning them and putting them back in the case. We thought it was going to be tricky to get her to wear them, but not at all. On Sunday she wore them for slightly longer periods and today she wore them almost all day.


Doesn’t she look super cute? Even though I think she looks adorable, I’m glad that there is a chance that this is a temporary thing and her eyes could turn out just fine. As opposed to the grazed knee which, no doubt, is the first of many.


Weirdness in Newman Towers

Last weekend was the first weekend in ages that we didn’t have any plans. We have had quite a few lovely but busy weekends with my sister and co visiting (which was awesome) and lots of birthday parties (lots of fun), but this weekend we were happy to not have any plans.

Friday was a bit of a weird day, it started off cloudy and rainy. The weather has been unusually warm here for the last couple of months – considering we’re in the UK! – but Friday felt like a true British summer day. In the morning Elisabeth and I played inside. The thing I like about rainy days is coming up with ways to keep Elisabeth entertained that don’t include watching t.v. And Friday we decide on making a tent out of some cardboard I had lying around. Elisabeth enjoyed “helping” me put it together and then had lots of fun covering it in stickers. After lunch the sun came out so we could get outside and what Elisabeth likes best about rainy days: jumping in muddy puddles! We spent ages outside looking for the biggest puddles to jump in. At one time she actually sat down in the middle of one, needless to say that she was soaking wet by the time we came home, but it was so much fun.

Friday was also my husband’s birthday, however when I got up Friday morning, my internal calendar seemed to have forgotten to turn to the next page, so I spent all morning thinking that it was Thursday and hubbies birthday was tomorrow……….until at lunchtime I realised that it was indeed Friday and I hadn’t even wished him a happy birthday yet! Bad wife! Luckily he isn’t really bothered about his birthday and I was easily forgiven because of the offer of Chinese take away for dinner (his favourite).

Saturday was mostly spent putting new furniture together. Because of our addition due in January we had to move some stuff around in the house and this weekend was the turn of our guest room. Out with the big kingsize bed and in with a single bed, with another guest bed underneath, and a huge bookcase for all the stuff that needs to come out of the “nursery to be” and live somewhere else. We were expecting this room to look ok, but it felt like a bit of a compromise. When we finished though, it looked really nice, bonus!

At about 2pm I was truly exhausted and decided to take Elisabeth upstairs so she could watch a bit of t.v. (she was up early and very tired) and I could have a bit of a lay down. This was rather relaxing and I even got a few minutes snooze in here and there. What seemed like too early it was half past four and time to make dinner, so Elisabeth went to “help” daddy with the furniture and I went downstairs to cook dinner…….only to be told a few minutes later that the clock in the living room showed that it was only half past 3! I checked the kitchen clock which agreed with the one in the living room. My alarm clock had lied to me! It has done this before where it tells me it is an hour later than it is. It is hard enough to keep my pregnancy brain reasonably clear without my alarm clock playing tricks on it. It was a very strange feeling, but nice that I had an extra hour to spend laying with Elisabeth.

Sunday we spent most of the day finishing off the guest room, although I did get a bit of time relaxing in the sun which I haven’t really been able to do because the intense heat of recent weeks made my preghaustion even worse than it already was (yes, I felt the need to make up a new word because exhausted just doesn’t cover it). Anyway, because it was a bit cooler I thoroughly enjoyed half an hour or so in the sun with a book, a very nice end to a slightly weird weekend.

Pregnancy sucks!

Don’t get me wrong, I’m delighted that I am expecting and I can’t wait to meet this new little person that is growing inside me. But oh my word, do I hate being pregnant.

I think that women who say that they loved every minute of their pregnancy either:

  • Are lying through their teeth
  • Have a worse memory than I have (and that is saying something)
  • Or they just didn’t get their fair share of symptoms

I mean, seriously, who could love feeling sick for 24 hours a day for anything up to 9 months – yes, the unlucky ones among us do NOT feel better after the first 3 months are over and done with. Who could love feeling constantly so exhausted that even breathing feels like too much effort, and no matter how much you sleep, it just doesn’t go away. Who could love going off pretty much all food and drink, apart from the things you are not allowed to have obviously – what I wouldn’t give for a soft boiled egg or a nice piece of rare steak, yummy. Who could love being ok one minute and bursting out in tears the next, with no regards paid to your location, at work, on the bus, these pregnancy hormones couldn’t care less where you are or who you’re with.

I could go on for ages – honestly I could because the list of unpleasantries goes on and on (heartburn, nose bleeds, cramps, headaches, etc etc etc), but I won’t because if you’re not bored already, you certainly would be soon.

But let me just put one message out there for all the women who, like me, are not having the time of their lives:

It’s ok not to enjoy being pregnant, it’s even ok to hate it! I certainly do, it sucks! Big time! This doesn’t mean you are not happy to be pregnant and it does not make you a bad person. It just means you’re honest. The good news is though, that one day it will be over, and (pardon the cliche) it will all be worth it. So grit your teeth, pack a sick bag, count the days and try to smile every now and then. You’re not alone and you will do just fine 🙂