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Saturday night blues…

imageI know partying, drinking and going out isn’t the be all and end all but when your close to 30 weeks pregnant and only have the hamster and a tub of haagen daaz for company you can’t help feeling a little sorry for yourself.

Yesterday I wrote how I woke in a mood, the bad mood pretty much continued. Well I say bad mood I wasn’t rude to people I just could not be bothered to be at work. I was planning on going on maternity leave ASAP, went home early and had a cry to myself about how the battle with the stairs was causing such a great discomfort. Like seriously this time last year I was going to Ibiza in 5 days!! I was fit, regularly going to the gym and I certainly wouldn’t have got out of breath walking to the toilet. The boyfriend made me feel better last night and gave me a massage. Restless leg syndrome is at its peak! He realised his mistake from the night before but hey he always bloody does, doesn’t mean he learns from them though!! He went to London late last night to see his mum and sister, I must admit I do enjoy the bed to myself. Just turning is like a military operation these days and Dominic does like to get super close to me. Far too hot for that!! So needless to say after a pretty rubbish day, tears and genuinely questioning how I’m going to cope another 10 weeks I had a pretty good nights sleep.

I woke up feeling much better, worked with my sister and we had our usual laughs and jokes and I didn’t find myself in half as much pain as yesterday. I even felt ok finishing work and just thinking.. I can’t wait to get on my sofa. Its a strange feeling though when you are physically tired but mentally you could still just go out and party the night away. I have friends out who have both text saying they wish I was there. Half of me thought about just getting dressed up a little and going to the gig, but then I remind myself of the breathlessness, the music that I’ve had to just get super drunk for in the past, the very crowded pub and I decided I am better off on this sofa.

 

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And then the princess told the prince ..

imageI woke up feeling really down, I know why and there is only one explanation. Him. I was adamant that this blog wasn’t going to be about my failing relationship but only the positive parts of my life. I came to the conclusion that I don’t need him anyway, if he steps up then great if he doesn’t then I’ll be ok. It’s his loss. It doesn’t mean that I still don’t feel let down when he does something to make me feel this way though. I get sucked in by him so easily, I guess that’s love…. or just plain stupidity.

When I’m feeling happy the pregnancy feels like it is going so quick, when I am low I just want her here so I can stop feeling so vulnerable and not like myself. Having a relationship isn’t the be all and end all but when you are pregnant and not feeling exactly very confident it is kind of important to have a man by your side. I guess that’s why I forgive so easy, that 30% of the time he has interest is enough to make me feel happy for a while and it helps. But is it worth the disappointment? I don’t get myself in such a state anymore, that I realised just isn’t worth it but it doesn’t mean I don’t get that gut anxious feeling. Just how can he do this? He’s a very very selfish human being there is no two ways about it, it’ll be him who’s crying when I finally leave and he can watch me happy.

Anyway I must not let this ruin my day. Life is too short and I have to stay strong for my two girls.

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More in love than ever..

Today was the day of our 4D scan and omg it was amazing. It still seems so crazy that there is a little baby growing inside of me, but there definitely is. We saw her today like clear as anything. Baby girl began the session by holding her foot in front of her face, she was hiding her face. It was cute but frustrating when all we wanted was a picture of her little face. The lady was so lovely though and told me to have a hot drink and go for a walk and try get her to move. She moved slightly so we got some good pictures. Chubby faced little thing, so in love, I just can’t wait for her to be here now. You could even see different facial expressions she was pulling, it’s just crazy. I am so glad we decided to go for a private scan, it was well worth it.

Pretty tired today, that’s even with an afternoon sleep of well over an hour. When I’m too tired to rant about politics then you know I actually mean… I’m bloody tired lol. Acid reflux hasn’t been my friend today but I’ve had white bread which I always notice that can make it quite bad. 30 weeks on sunday and I fancy continuing this semi-ok pregnancy for the remainder. I think weight is a big issue so a little bit of damage control wouldn’t go a miss in the countdown to my due date.

Nearly 11pm and I must get some shut eye… actually working tomorrow. I’ll go to bed after these penalties. Come on Poland! 😉

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How do people not work?

It’s a genuine question. I only work part time and I am already  feeling deflated and fed up by this since I finished university less than a month ago. If I wasn’t pregnant things would have been different now, I planned to use my qualification and forward my career pretty much as soon as I had graduated. I had the idea of applying to becoming a probation officer with intakes beginning in October and applications accepted from April, but life has a funny way of taking you off track. That doesn’t mean of course that it wasn’t meant to work out this way and I am a strong believer that everything does happen for a reason. My plans now are to study a masters in September, I have the opportunity to do this since I have the time and the funding is now available through student fiance so now is as good a time as any. Quite perfect timing if I say so myself. I knew I wanted another baby and I was really broody at times when the man was in prison (that’s for another day) so at least I can do the baby thing and then do the career thing. Perfect.

Now don’t get me wrong I do love people, the industry I work in I meet so many great people. All like-minded, all creative, interesting, funny, mostly smart and genuinely just fun to be around but I do get very bored doing it too. It doesn’t stimulate my brain the way I need it too and I guess that’s why its worked so well alongside studies. What do I do? Well without going into too much detail, since June 2013 I have worked in the promotions industry. I had a successful time within the leisure industry as a membership sales consultant starting from 2010. I won a trip to Las Vegas plus many other incentives and bonus’s, not to mention met my best friend and many other good friends within this company. Made a big mistake when I was headhunted into a recruitment company, basic was higher, earning potential was greater, mon – fri, just like I thought I wanted. BUT culture shock or what? Spent my weekends dredding monday. Spent the days just dredding each hour. Hated every single minute. The company left me feeling depressed. Thought it was me? I left on mutual terms, kinda, and looking back they belittled me made me feel worthless and unhappy and a complete failure. My boss, was like a jumped up devil spawned female, granted she was turning over thousands each year, but I was smarter than that. Smarter than just looking at her figures but more at how she got there. She got lucky! All there was too it, and I was meant to look up to her? No chance. She couldn’t sell ice to the eskimos, or whatever that saying is. I would try and learn from her, her crap ‘sales’ calls that ended her getting flustered and just angry if something didn’t go her way. No one liked her. The office had a HORRIBLE presence constantly and I dare not breathe out of line in case we woke the beast. Felt like I was at school. I wasn’t depressed, I just was not happy in that environment. I was not me. Always crying. I had never hated Sundays more than I did during the time at this place. It’s mad how a company can completely change you as a person, change your outlook on life and completely eat into you so much that you don’t even know who you are anymore. Anyway that ended, and it wasn’t long until I joined a new company. Much more me it was full of young people. The culture was similar to what I was used to and I enjoyed going to work. Everything was going in the right direction. Then randomly one friday BAM, I was made redundant. It still to this day, makes no sense at all but then it isn’t something that I am that bothered about. I was just angry with them, they should never have hired me in the first place if they had an inkling the business wasn’t growing the way they wanted it too OR if that wasn’t the case then at least be honest with me. Again I found myself career less with no real idea what I wanted to do. Recruitment wasn’t for me though, I knew for sure I did not want to go back into that. My CV went live again and you only have to look around and see exactly how many recruitment jobs there are to know that it’s hardly a sought after position. Certainly shows a high level of turnover and that isn’t something I want. How can a person be so disposable?! It was then I decided I would go back to Uni, I still wasn’t sure what I wanted to do but it would come to me. It took a year but the decision was made and now I’m here. I’ll talk of how I came to my decision another day it’s far too long for now and I don’t want to go on too much tonight. Tiring stuff this blogging.

Anyway focus, I’ll be giving up work soon. I do still have an independent project to write and I also have a learning skills course to complete for a volunteer role I have been accepted on to, so at least this does give me something to do other than a couple of days promoting random shit each week.

4D scan tomorrow and I am so excited. I cannot wait to see how my baby looks. I’ll make sure I post a picture, hopefully she doesn’t hide and play games. EEEEK exciting!

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I wish I was a unicorn…

… So I could stab idiots with my head.

Never been so fitting. Yep you’ve guessed it more referendum drama. I have to laugh at it now, I laugh because I find it crazy that these people were able to vote and determine my future. I either laugh or I would cry! Tonight I actually had a guy on twitter believe that illegal immigrants claim benefits and get given houses and this is by law and so our Government must ‘oblige’. I fear for these people, I do hope one day they realise one day what they are actually saying or I fear for their children. Seriously!

So 29 weeks plus 2 days pregnant. Saw midwife again today, she wants to keep me on weekly visits as she feels I am at risk for getting pre-eclampsia. I had it with my daughter but I was actually thinking today how easy I’ve had it this time round compared to last time. I had already finished work by now, my feet were constantly swollen as were my hands. I had terrible back pain, drank gaviscon from the bottle and suffered with sciatica too. This time, I’m still working, feet and hands look normal, no back pain and sometimes the sciatica plays up but it isn’t unbearable. The acid reflux is bad at times but nothing a rennie doesnt help with. Saying all this I still can’t wait for her to be here! My mum said today how I’ve evened out a bit now, how I gained weight quite early on but now I’m more just bump and I think she is right. The hunger in the 1st trimester was insane, even in the 2nd too… its definitely calmed down now. I think I eat more now through boredom and just because, yet some days I do look back and think I haven’t actually ate that much. As I said yesterday I have 10 weeks left, no point in restricting my diet as well as many other things I can’t do being pregnant.

A few weeks back I spent a night in a hospital, I was pretty low then. The doctor I saw suggested speaking to my GP about anti-depressants, my midwife said the same last week too. It wasn’t something that I really wanted to do so I was thankful when my GP was not fond of this idea and instead referred me for counselling.

Feel super tired, luckily I’ve been sleeping better, well for longer than 3 hours at a time anyway. Finally remembered my iron tablet, PROGRESS!!

 

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Food is not Love

Ironically my second post in my last blog was relating to diet. Exactly how I am feeling tonight. I have even lost weight since 2012 but I am finding myself a little body conscious again with no real motivation to do anything about it. When he first went to prison I couldn’t eat, now it is completely the opposite. To be honest I get away with eating far too much without much notice in my clothing or scales.  I am starting to feel it now though and my boy does not want to be greeted with Jabba the Hut when he is released. Must step up!

Gaining 5 and a half stone during pregnancy was not the plan. For someone so body conscious and always constantly on a diet, reaching nearly 20 stone at 38 weeks pregnant was a horrific experience. I did not recognise myself, I would get to a certain weight bracket and promise myself “no more” , “must stop eating” but it never happened and the weight creeped up and up. My job as a waitress in a American Diner did not help with my addiction to food, and thats what it was. An addiction. With a partner on nights, no real hobbies and concern of being in public for too long. I turned to food. White bread, chocolate, crisps, pizza’s, whatever I fancied I would just eat. My mind constantly either telling me to enjoy this time eating or get a grip and stop eating so much.

I do regret gaining so much, and the thought of another pregnancy petrifies me. I missed out on having pictures taken being pregnant and none at all as a new mum. I also have the horrific evidence of me still looking rather large on nights out and a fair few stretch marks to go with it.

But  I am now a changed woman, unrecogniseable even no one would call me fat on my 5ft 9 frame. I have my own body hang ups still and I have got alot better but every so often people do need to remind me how well I have done. I dyed my hair from blonde to dark about 3 years ago, and I certainly have alot more confidence. Without a doubt back when the confidence grew I would kiss someone in town at the weekend, if I hadn’t I would hear compliments from strangers. Part of the reason I used to party each weekend was the massive confidence boost getting all dressed up and having a random man call me beautiful. For me even now the dressing up, going out and feeling a million dollars is more fun than the going out itself.

Being a single mum meant my diet was no way near structured , skipping breakfasts, late lunches and toast for dinner is not unusual, but back when I was working in a health club meant I trained as much as I could. I often worked late too and I almost never cook at home. The time I got serious with my man was the only time I started cooking. Something in me made me domesticated, and funnily enough I enjoyed it. I loved how much he enjoyed eating my dinners. His heritage is Jamaican and boy do they love their food. They also very much appreciate a woman cooking for them. A new me. Since he has gone, I know longer cook at home. Not like that anyway. December is a month I won’t get to the gym, some days I wake feeling great, other days not so. I want to get back to what I was before I just met my boy. About 12lbs, I can do it. I will do it.

Starting tomorrow.

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