Meet Kerrie – My new guest blogger…
Although this is not my first pregnancy, it has been 10 years, so it pretty much feels like I’m starting all over again. Difference is, a decade has passed meaning this time I am almost classed as an ‘older mum’ and I feel it! I don’t have half the energy I had at 22 and I worry a hell of a lot more than I used to, plus have the lines to prove it! I might as well be looking for zimmer frames rather than prams, I feel that old.
I cannot remember last time being so much about the mundane stresses; will we have enough money, will I be able to manage with work, will we have enough room at home – all I worried about back then was if my body would ever be the same again (answer to that was no!) and when could I start to drink wine again!
The plus side to this, is now I know how amazing it was to have my first, and how much he has made my life – I am so much more excited this time around I’m 14 weeks and 4 days today and the baby is the size of a peach apparently – I am not sure why I’m the size of a whale but at least it has plenty of padding!
I’m at that weird in-between stage where I don’t look pregnant, just like I need to calm down on the pies – and I’ve finished with the sickness and tiredness, so don’t overly feel pregnant either. I have read that this is a normal anxiety, but makes me doubt myself every day – is the baby still there? Is it okay?
Paul keeps saying that you can’t win with me. I feel crap and I moan that I feel crap, I don’t feel crap and I moan that I don’t feel pregnant…maybe he has a point.
Luckily I have the 12 week scan to remind me that there is something there – it was plum-size back then, but very real. Waving its hands and kicking its legs – wish there was a way to see it all the time – or a signal it can give me, as if to say – I’m alright!
Seeing the baby was the most relieved I have ever felt in my whole life. It’s Paul’s first child, his parents first grandchild…the pressure is on. Don’t mess this up Kerrie.
I’m not missing the booze at all which I’m surprised about, especially after just being in Kos for 2 weeks all inclusive. Will power of steel that I didn’t know I had. This baby means so much more than a bottle of red wine, and people that know me will be floored with that statement! Although I’m not too happy at been signed up as the designated driver for the next 6 months! Having to be a carer for people who have had a couple too many is not my idea of a fun Saturday night…but I’m sure I’ll be able to make up for it when baby is here
We haven’t really prepared anything yet – but my grandma has knitted about 10 cardigans for baby already, bless her, so it will never go cold!
Ongoing argument at the moment in our house is whether we will find out if pink or blue. It seems to be the 3rd thing everyone asks you: 1) how are you feeling 2) when are you due 3) are you finding out the sex Sore subject with Paul as he is itching to find out, but only really so he can buy it a chesterfield football kit. I’ve assured him that neither gender would argue at that age. Although slightly older and even a boy would say no!
I want a surprise. It’s the only real surprise you ever get in life and it means a lot to me, so I’m hoping that’s enough Not much planned for this week but work, work, work so will sign off now and will update next week!