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Preparing for the future

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...

It's all gone tits up!

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...

Dirty dirty people

Yesterday Felix and I went for an afternoon in Cambridge. I had considered getting him a build a bear seen as it would only be £1 due to his age. This did not happen. The queues were at least 4 hours long and snaked around the shopping centre. So many people all desperate to get their hands on a bear (the deal happens the month of the child’s birthday too just in case you were wondering). Parents had taken their children out of school, they were taking it in turns to queue and a majority of the children had no idea where they were and would have been just has happy with a bear from a charity shop. One woman in the lift actually commented on how good she thought the queue was as it was only 4 hours from start to finish for her and her toddler. The toddler said to me ‘I’ve spent my day waiting for my bear’. Said bear was strapped to her back and she was more intrigued by playing with the clips on her buggy than the bargain bear they had queued a lifetime for. Felix did not get a bea...

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