During pregnancy you have so many appointments with so many different people you lose track. By the time you give birth the majority of the NHS has seen your foof or at least your bump and spoken to you about your foof. You have no dignity by the time baby arrives and quite frankly you aren't really that bothered. Well I wasn't. Maybe I'm just odd. Previously I have had hospital appointments that have not gone according to plan. For example a doctor once asked me to pop on the bed so he could examine me, "Of course" I said. If I am totally honest I don't think he expected me to have taken my trousers and knickers off before getting on the table. He was horrified, I was horrified. I genuinely thought this is what he wanted to happen. Apparently not. Next thing you know a red faced, sheepish doctor returns with a lovely nurse who states "I'm just here as a witness to protect you both". Due to this mishap I was very conscious throughout my pr

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Nothing can ever prepare you for the mayhem that is about to start in your life. Nothing! No antenatal class, no NCT group, no advice from the wiser can prepare you for what is about to happen.  Ed and I were clueless and I would say on most things we still are - thank goodness for Google and Amazon Prime. How am I alive when these amazing tools didn't exist when my parents were raising me? Baffles me! As soon as my mum found out I was pregnant she presented Ed with a day by day guide to pregnancy to give him some basic, hopefully helpful information on what is happening/going to happen. Ed took it upon himself to read some (miniscule) parts of this book. The one part he did read was about what I should be eating. Somewhere in the book it suggested nuts would be good for me. Ed read this as Lizzie must eat nuts, lots of them and regualrly. To begin with it was nice, Ed taking an interest in my diet and the well being of our unborn child. This novelty soon wore off by the

Throughout pregnancy some basic everyday tasks become a challenge. Just getting up in the morning can feel like you've run a marathon and make you want to get back into bed. You just feel so heavy at all times. This feeling and your changing body can cause all sorts of mini moments of ridiculousness. Trust me they happened regularly to me! Take for example bath time. Whilst being pregnant I developed a love for baths. I personally felt like a sealion during the day, huge and unable to walk easily. I just flopped from place to place and then struggled to stand up again but being in the bath was comfortable. I see why these giant, wobbly creatures love a bit of water. On one occasion, whilst lying in the bath, I had for some reason, not actually sure why, put my arms underneath me. This is where the issue started. I was having a lovely relaxing bath, laying down, nice and warm but when I came to sit up disaster struck. I was officially stuck. How are you meant to sit up? I

Once you have discovered you are growing a human you have to actually let people know. The question is when? Society tells you to wait until your 12 week scan in case something goes wrong but if something does go wrong you will want the love and support of those around you. So what do you do? Me and Ed told the select few, mostly relatives and those who sniffed it out like a blood hound. My first "I can't lie for toffee moment" came when I had a phone call from a friend who calls me several times a day and often speaks in a variety of accents to jazz up the chat. (Pick which ever accent you like to read the next line) "I keep dreaming you are pregnant, how amazing would that be?" Oh shit how do I respond? Laugh it off? Say nothing? Change the subject? She will be able to sniff out my awkwardness, read the absolute panic in my mind. After literally 2 seconds of silence trying to figure out my response she shouts  (again in any accent you wish)

In August 2017 I discovered I was pregnant, something I was convinced I would never do. I struggled to look after myself on a daily basis let alone a teeny tiny human. Suddenly I reverted back to being 13 years old and worrying I had done something bad. Don't get me wrong I had been married over a year and with my husband since 2008 but still I felt like I had a secret I needed to confess. The fear of confessing to my mother (who was desperate for a grandchild) was overwhelming - no bloody idea why!  Ed (my poor, exhausted husband) did not know what to do with me especially seen as being pregnant wasn't a surprise. My poor little, over-dramatic brain was flapping constantly. We found out our lives were going to  change drastically the day before we flew to Ibiza for a quiet couple of days of drinking sangria before returning to work. Ibiza was quiet but sangria was not enjoyed, neither was the food as I was petrified about confessing my sins! Nobody, literally nobody,