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.

20 weeks: pregnancy hormones, hand-me-downs, nesting and flying lessons

On unstable pregnancy hormones – Every Friday morning, a little box pops up on my phone to tell me that I’m at the start of another week of my pregnancy. This Friday started a bit earlier than usual, with a 5am dash up the motorway to a client meeting in Manchester. When we got out of the meeting, I found out that my very very pregnant friend Jen had a beautiful baby boy in the night called Archie. I told my husband the good news and then promptly burst into tears. I knew how daft it was, but I entirely couldn’t control it. It took my poor husband several minutes and a lot of questioning to work out that:

  • I wasn’t sad
  • I wasn’t mad at him
  • It was nothing he’d done
  • The miracle of birth is a truly wondrous thing

Poor, poor man.

on hand-me-downs – The rest of the weekend was spent up north, chilling out with my husband’s family, which is great as we don’t get to see them nearly enough. We’re lucky enough to have 4 nieces and nephews between 1-6 years old who are a joy to be around. There’s also the added benefit of being on the receiving end of hand-me-downs. I’ve got swaddle blankets, swaddle pods, inflatable play donuts (I have no idea if I’m using the right words for this stuff, can you tell?), changing trays that sit on top of the cot, nappies, Johnson & Johnson baby stuff, receiving blankets and a Moses basket, bouncy chair thing and playmat on the way.

On getting our nest on – On Sunday, our nesting instinct finally kicked in and we cleared the guest room and box room in their entirety. It was only when we cleared the boxes out of the box room we realised that it’s actually big enough for a double bed, which means we have a lot more room to play with (as in, I can buy more baby stuff) than we originally thought.

Do you know what? Baby stuff costs a bomb. I remember the first time I browsed the John Lewis buggy section and saw the price of travel systems. I felt dizzy and had to have a little sit down. £900 for a glorified buggy and car seat? That is a WHOLE lot of money.

I decided fairly early on that I wasn’t bothered about having the newest or swankiest babygear. Cots definitely fall in to that category. They’re made of wood. How does it possibly matter whether they are new or second hand? How can I possibly justify spending £200 on a new oak cot-which-doubles-up-as-a-boat-which-doubles-up-as-a-freaking-spacerocket? Unsurprisingly, eBay came to the rescue. A quick search for ‘cot’ according to closest to where we live and we found this bad boy. A couple of clicks later, it was ours for £40, and even better, the current owners live just around the corner.

Even better than that, it is made of 7 bits of wood, which means no screws, no flatpacking and allegedly, one person can put it together in 5 minutes. I’ll test this theory next week when we put it up.

On my husband’s birthday  – I very rarely make grand romantic gestures, and when they do, they involve one of three things:

  • food
  • beer
  • something entirely practical and completely unromantic (“I know said you could do with a stapler, so happy birthday!”)

So, seeing as it looks like this is his last birthday before we enter in to the world of babies’n’snuff, I decided to go all out and get him something I know he’s wanted for years and years.

A flying lesson.

This plane was about the size and the age of an original mini

Husband getting his plane on

His view from the plane. If you look closely, you might just see me having a nap in the car park.

After the lesson, we mooched around the Coventry air museum (he loved it, me – not so much), came home to do some DIY and then had a take away. We are getting OLD, yo.