Weeks 18 – 21

According to this chart thingy, this is my 5th month of pregnancy, so that’s good.

Quick round up of stuff I’d like to moan about: waking up with agonising cramp, pins and needles all the goddamn time, toddler interrupting my (much needed) sleep, having the lower back of an old lady.

So what have we been up to this month?

Billy turned 2

On 5th March 2013, at 11.5 days overdue and weighing in at 10lb 8oz, Master William made an appearance. This year, with a declaration that he was getting a shopping trolley and a cake for his birthday, he turned 2 years old. This time last year, we held a party in a room above a pub with 100 of our nearest and dearest as a we’re-not-christening-him-but-at-least-we’ve-had-a-party thing. This year, we left it up to Neil’s mum to put on a birthday tea for Billy and his cousins.

First day in the baby room at Nursery (November 2013)

First day in the baby room at Nursery (November 2013)

First day in the Tweenie room at nursery on his 2nd Birthday (March 2015)

First day in the Tweenie room at nursery on his 2nd Birthday (March 2015)

Wales 

My aunt and uncle live in a bloody lovely house in the middle of nowhere in north Wales. When they go on holiday, I like to humbly offer our services to housesit for them and grab a few days away in the process. After a phenomenally busy few weeks at work, a few days off was bloody well received.

Menai Strait, Anglesey

Menai Strait, Anglesey

Giant inflatable pillow at Foals Farm, Anglesey

Giant inflatable pillow at Foals Farm, Anglesey

Meeting the neigh-bors (groan)

Meeting the neigh-bors (groan)

Pretty terrible views

Pretty terrible views

When the weather was crap we did lots of this

When the weather was crap we did lots of this

Billy and the nightmares

It’s annoying when babies cry in the night and you don’t know what the problem is. Then they start to talk and cry in the night because there’s owls and tigers dripping off the ceiling and I still have pretty much no idea how to fix the problem. Some 4am googling pointed me in the direction of him being on the cusp of a developmental leap (I thought we were done with all this wonder weeks shit) or brewing a bug. He seemed fine so we settled in to wait for his new found developmental skills. I was hoping it was going to be the ability to jump because he is quite comically bad at that. Then I went out dressed as prof plum for my friends Cluedo-themed Hen Do and Neil got on the receiving end of some projectile vomit. Will have to wait a bit longer to see him jump, then.

He's also worked out he's exactly the right size to squeeze down the side of the garage, which is all good fun until you realise you're now too wide to get down there to get him out.

He’s also worked out he’s exactly the right size to squeeze down the side of the garage, which is all good fun until you realise you’re now too wide to get down there to get him out.

Sitting in Billy’s dark room whilst he babbled rubbish at the ceiling and then attempting to commando creep out the room was strangely nostalgic of his formative months. Then I remembered the early months of sitting up half the night and being so sleep deprived you lost track of whether you were awake or asleep and I suddenly realised we’ve got to do it all again. So that’s good.

First decent bit of artwork from our firstborn, a portrait of mummy and daddy, and definitely not a fluke. Got that?

First decent bit of artwork from our firstborn, a portrait of mummy and daddy, and definitely not a fluke. Got that?

New baby New house

Sat in Chiangi airport on the way back from our honeymoon 3 years ago, we had a quick sqizz at right move and fired off a couple of emails about some prospective houses. The day after, we signed for our new place. 3.5 weeks after that I weed on a stick, got a a positive result and declared I couldn’t do any heavy lifting on account of my new found condition.

Not far off 3 years later, after being badgered by Neil for years to move house, I went on to Rightmove to prove you don’t get a house in the area we want, in the style we want and in the price we want to pay, and in the process proved that you can in fact do all of those things, so at the end of the month we are upping sticks and moving house to a great new place which is also in the right CATCHMENT AREA for the school we want to send Billy to. It’s also got OFF STREET PARKING, a THERMOSTAT and a SHED. Look what arse holes we’ve become.

Adventures in Crochet

I can’t craft for shit. I can’t bake, unless it involves melting chocolate and mixing with broken biscuits or cornflakes, my sewing extends as far as mending stuff I’ve broken and I have zero interest in bunting. So it was as much of a surprise for me as everyone else when I got it in to my head I was going to crochet a blanket for the new baby. I set off on a trip to Knit Nottingham to get a crochet hook and rainbow coloured wool on 31st Jan and progress since then has been infuriatingly slow.

Rainbow blanket progress. Current status: not yet thick enough to be a scarf.

Rainbow blanket progress. Current status: not yet thick enough to be a scarf.

Stay tuned for more dull updates as they happen.

Recruiting for maternity cover

Neil runs a video and animation agency. Coming up for 4 years ago, I quit my job as an account manager in a digital agency and joined Neil on a part time basis to manage projects and look after our clients. When I came back from maternity leave in November 2013, I joined him full time and we’ve never looked back. Now maternity leave number 2 is around the corner, we need to recruit for a full time me-replacement, and the prospect is a bit daunting. Even more daunting when it dawns on you you’ve had zero applications and may be back at work within a couple of weeks with a newborn in a carseat under the desk. That wouldn’t happen. Right? RIGHT?

P.S. If you know anyone who is a cracking account manager in the Nottingham area who wants my job, send them my way.

This has nothing to do with my job but is a cute picture of Billy eating an icecream.

This has nothing to do with my job but is a cute picture of Billy eating an icecream.

19 Weeks: Anatomy scan, Jon Ronson and cake club

Anatomy Scan Pic

This week, we had our anatomy scan. The pictures never do the whole experience justice, but we got a good 20 minutes of looking around the baby to make sure everything was OK, and even got to see the heart beating blood around the different areas of the heart, flashing in blue and red. Everything looks good, and the little one is measuring right on track or slightly above, even with the new dates we’ve been given.

For some reason, since the scan, things have got a bit more real for me. I’m not really interested in reading my pregnancy books any more, I’m more about the baby books. My ebay saved searches for maternity clothes have been replaced with internet research on buggies and the benefits of baby-led weaning. Basically, I’ve finally got used to the idea of being pregnant, and I’m just about getting used to the idea that there’s going to be an ACTUAL BABY AT THE END OF THIS.

Also, that’s it for scans. The next time we see baby R’s face is probably going to be when it’s born and stuff. Weird. Pre-pregnancy, I wondered why people had those weird 4D baby scans when they would meet their child in the flesh in a few weeks time. THEN I remember being around 8 weeks pregnant, and counting the minutes, hours and days until the 12 week scan, thinking ‘I get it now’. The distance between finding out you’re pregnant and getting your first scan is a lifetime. The distance between your 20 week scan and meeting your newborn is considerably longer. Thing is, I can feel the little one doing flips in my tummy every day, and I’m learning what makes it dance (lying down, cup of tea resting on my belly, anything tasty, husband’s head being anywhere near my belly), and suddenly, I don’t feel the need to see a black and white screen again. I’m getting to know the little wriggler’s personality already, and I’m quite looking forward to seeing it’s face for the first time when it’s in my arms, rather than all smushed up on a 4D scan. But that’s how I feel this week. Ask me again in 10 weeks when I’m climbing the walls and doing a pregnancy-crazy, demanding a 4D scan to go with my Nandos.

On getting my belly on – This week, I feel like I might have finally had a growth spurt in the bump department. Things are feeling a little more rounded, and lots of my clothes have finally started to look daft. I can feel a spring clean of my wardrobe going on, waving goodbye to ‘thin’ clothes and summer clothes until next year.

19 week bump

bit different than two weeks ago, yes?

On Jon Ronson – In non-baby related news, Ronson was in town this week to discuss his new book. Husband is very particular about the books he reads, and there are very few that absorb him completely – JR is right up there with his favourites, so we bought tickets and went along with our friend Kerry (baking blogger extraordinaire) and her partner Lee.

Jon Ronson at Broadway Cinema Nottingham

His latest book Lost At Sea is out now. If you haven’t read it already, I’d also consider sticking The Psychopath Test on your ‘To Read’ list. I’m categorically rubbish at book reviews, so I’ll let amazon do the hard work.

On cake club – I help run a cake club in Nottingham. The basic principal is: once a month, we all bake a cake, then we get together and eat all the cake, whilst raising a bit of money for charity. Over the past year or so, we’ve raised around £2,500 for various charities, and the size of my bottom has increased due to the number of cakes consumed. September’s event was held upstairs at a restaurant in Nottingham, and was sold out with 35 attendees and a whole load of cake. Here’s a photo one of the other organisers took – lookit all those tasty tasty calories.

September’s Cake Club Fothergill’s Nottingham (image courtesy of @cakeclubnotts)