Pregnancy sucks – an update

I have tried to keep my moans about all the pregnancy discomforts to a minimum and I think I have done quite well. But before I indulge myself in a good old rant, let me point out again that I am delighted that we have been given another chance of the family we always wanted so soon after our two miscarriages.  My feelings towards pregnancy are in no way a reflection of how I feel about having this baby boy, I truly and honestly can’t wait.

Now that is out of the way, let’s get stuck in.

We’re now 32 weeks in, 8 weeks left, single figures – woohoo! Do I feel any better, not really. As soon as one thing gets a bit better something else starts. A few weeks ago I found out I was low in iron, which actually resulted in me being off work for a week because I seriously did not have enough energy to actually make it to the office. After a week of iron tablets I felt a bit better, only to replace the utter exhaustion with constant back pain, which I find even harder to deal with than the tiredness. Luckily I could get a physio appointment quite quickly and after an very long hour in which I nearly passed out 5 times (I often do this in hospitals) and was told that my spine was twisted at the bottom and not at the top which put too much pressure on the middle bit which is causing the pain – or something along those lines, I was kind of distracted by trying not to faint. Apparently it is all straightened up again and the pain should go….oh…..after it gets worse for a bit……. I wonder what treats will be in store for when my back is back to normal.

Even though my midwife keeps saying that the size of my bump is perfect, I think it is huge, proper whale like, now struggling to fit into even my maternity trousers type huge. And whilst we’re on maternity trousers, the only pair of maternity jeans I had are now so badly ripped that I can only wear them at home. They were kindly gifted to me by my sister’s neighbour so they weren’t new, but still, jeans are my favourite item of clothing and I seriously miss them already.

And as we’re on size, let us have a moan about English buses. Here in “midget country” (I mean this in the nicest possible way) the seats in buses are so tight that I always struggle a bit, but the combination of the outrageously big bump and my Dutch stilts make it pretty much impossible to sit anywhere apart from the seats which are for elderly and disabled people.

There are a million other things I could moan about, heartburn, leg cramps, people touching the bump (honestly, do you normally touch my tummy?!?!) etc. etc. etc., but I will spare you, apart from one thing……….

“Not long now!” seems to be the thing that a lot of people say to me, even though I have just told them that I have 8 weeks of misery left! A whole 8 weeks of feeling ill, exhausted, and in pain, oh yes sure, it will fly by!

Pregnancy really does suck!



Halloween and bonfire night in Newman Towers


When I was growing up, we didn’t even know there was such an event as Halloween. It wasn’t celebrated in Holland at that time, and I’m not sure whether it is now, so I didn’t grow up with it. Here in England it has become more popular over the last few years, but I doubt I will ever embrace this day as so many others do. First of all, I hate dressing up, always have done, from when I was little I have always tried to avoid it as much as possible and nowadays I just don’t do it. Secondly, I don’t agree with trick or treating for various reasons which I will not go into, it’s just not something I want Elisabeth to be doing. That doesn’t mean that we didn’t do anything, we had a little Halloween party at home. We carved a pumpkin, put in a candle and made some decorations which Elisabeth stuck on all over the kitchen. And obviously the pumpkin bucket was used as well:

My husband was home early for the party and we had pancakes for dinner and jelly for afters. Elisabeth kept switching off all the lights and saying: “Look mummy, I made it halloween” 🙂 we all had a lovely time (although there was quite a strong burnt/rotten pumpkin smell in the kitchen , our pumpkin wasn’t in great shape, ha ha).

Bonfire night

At the weekend my dad came to visit, and as it would be bonfire night on the Tuesday we thought it would be nice to do our fireworks on Saturday. Last year Elisabeth loved the fireworks and she was very upset when they had all gone. So we had an early dinner to make sure we had plenty of time and still have Elisabeth in bed at a decent time.

Whilst hubby prepared to light the fireworks, Elisabeth, my dad and I made ourselves comfortable in the conservatory. Quite nice watching fireworks from a comfy sofa :-).

They were not the best fireworks we have ever had and the first one seemed rather keen on attacking my husband who didn’t think he needed to come inside. This completely freaked Elisabeth out who then wanted to go all the up to her bedroom and hide under her duvet “I want to in the tent mummy!”. I managed to talk her into watching out of her bedroom for a bit, we stayed there for a couple of minutes and she then agreed to come back downstairs but only if we took her duvet down with us so we could sit in the “tent”, safe from the fireworks. So we settled on the sofa in the “tent” and waited for the next firework, it must have looked quite amusing. After “enjoying” a couple of fireworks from within the “tent” we could then come out of it when my husband had made it safely inside. This went on for quite a while, but eventually she was brave enough to ditch the duvet and run around absolutely loving it!

Hopefully next year she will not need the “tent” and my husband will remember to come inside 🙂