Monday, 6 February 2017

A PREGNANT LADY PSA


So being pregnant does weird things to your body. You're sick, you're tired, you're sad, you're hyper, you don't want to leave the house, you don't want to tell anybody you're pregnant, you want someone to hug you, you want to punch the next person who talks to you. It's weird. Do you know what's weirder? PEOPLE DO NOT REACT APPROPRIATELY TOWARDS PREGNANT WOMEN AT ALL.

What is it with you guys? What about "I'm pregnant" turns you so mental? This is a pregnant lady PSA bitches.


DON'T TOUCH ME 
Do not touch me. Don't affectionately rub my belly, don't pat my back. If you didn't feel comfortable patting my KFC belly before I was pregnant then why would I want you touching it now it has a baby inside it? Also, if I'm like 3 months pregnant then the majority of my "belly" is literally still KFC. I don't have a bump. You're just rubbing me. It's horrible. Staaaaaaahp.

DON'T TELL ME I'M NOT ENTITLED TO FEEL LIKE SHIT 
"Umm it's like the size of a poppy seed and you can barely get off the sofa? SUREEEE". Let me tell you something 'lady who has never been through the first trimester'. I felt sick a week before my period was due. Feeling sick, tired and dizzy were the first cards that pregnancy dealt to me. I fainted in the first week of my pregnancy. My appetite completely disappeared (I KNOW!) and I was unable to eat a proper evening meal for 2 months. I lived off weird dry bits of toast and water. The shittiest part of pregnancy is the very first part, and feeling 'terrible' is the most common symptom of early pregnancy.

I DON'T WANT YOUR OPINION ON NATURAL BIRTHS OR VACCINATIONS
"I assume you'll want a natural birth?". Why, of all things holy, would I want a natural birth? I take paracetamol for the smallest headache. I put a plaster on my leg if I cut myself shaving. I'm not saying I'm going to pussy out and opt for an elective cesarean but if there are drugs to be had I want them all.  Gas and air? Yeah. Epidural? I'm definitely up for that. Gimme everything you've got. I'm going to be proud of myself either way. Also, preaching to me about vaccinations or water births or breastfeeding is a waste of your breath. The vaccinations are happening. I don't need you to tell me about your cousin who vaccinated her kids and now they're in prison.

I'M NOT GOING TO TELL YOU MY BABY NAMES
I don't have a name yet. Not one that we've decided on 100%. I don't want to tell you the names I like and the names I don't like. I'll announce the name when he's born, when you're less likely to shout "Ew no that's terrible" to my face. I'm such a bore, I know- you've told me 900 times.

I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOUR LABOUR HORROR STORIES 
Everybody has a terrifying birth story in their repertoire, and since I announced I was pregnant I've heard about 40 of them along with advice like "So basically if you have gas and air you'll end up paralyzed like my mate". Oh! Cool! Thank you SO MUCH! Luckily, I have some truly gorgeous mummy friends who have been supportive and nothing but lovely. I've had loads of helpful advice and tips, and a lot of adorable birth stories. I think any birth story ending in "And then she died" should automatically be something that you aren't allowed to tell a pregnant lady. Believe it or not, these arseholes are out there and they have a fucking story for you.


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Thursday, 2 February 2017

COMING OUT OF THE PREGNANCY CLOSET


Tomorrow I'm going for my 20 week scan. 20 WEEKS. Never has the phrase "whirlwind of emotions" been so prevalent in my life. We found out we were pregnant on the 14th of October 2016, although I was pretty sure I was pregnant during the week beforehand. We were in America doing the West Coast Drive and I'd been feeling pretty dizzy and sick for a few days. As my husband is fully aware I am always right about everything; we found out we were pregnant minutes after getting back to the house.

The first couple of months were hard. The hardest part was the secrecy. I would definitely consider myself a private person but I don't often have "secrets" to keep from my friends. It's quite difficult to transition from 'SEE YOU IN REVS I'LL HAVE A PINOT' to 'I fancy going for dinner instead?' without raising any suspicions so I felt a bit like I was putting a wall around myself (no Trump jokes please). It was a pretty lonely few months. Things have definitely improved now that I'm out of the 'Pregnancy Closet', I absolutely love being pregnant and I already know that I'm going to miss it when the baby comes.

I struggled with morning sickness in the first 3 months but I had the evening version, so it hit me every single day between 5pm and 8pm. Driving home from work became a bit 'Whacky Races' and I often went straight from the car to bed. However, I think dealing with it in work at 9am would have been a much more traumatic experience so in hindsight I probably lucked out a bit.

Today I am 20 weeks and 2 days pregnant. I go for my 20 week scan tomorrow where we will hopefully find out whether we're having a girl or a boy. I toyed with the idea of not finding out but to be honest I'm kidding myself, I definitely want to know. My husband is super excited to find out and also it just makes planning considerably easier. I'm a planner (understatement).

Talking of husbands, Ben has been phenomenal since the day we got the positive. Honestly, I don't know what the hell I would have done without him. He's been patient, and kind, and supportive, and attentive. He's just been unreal. I've read a lot of "My other half is just not interested in my pregnancy" which to me would be terrifying, but Ben has stepped up to the bar and has been to every single antenatal booking and nurse appointment from day 1. Yesterday he put money in my account to buy a load of maternity clothes because I was getting a bit self conscious at work. He has just been "there" for me 100% of the time. He's listened to me bitch and moan and he's put up with ridiculous moodswings over absolutely nothing and he hasn't once been fed up with me. That boy deserves a medal.

I'm really enjoying being pregnant. It has ups and downs and it's definitely not easy but I have a new found confidence that has come out of nowhere, and I'm really happy right now. Baby Herrington will be arriving in June 2017!


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Wednesday, 4 January 2017

HAPPY NEW YEAR!


2017 is going to be a very "different" kind of year for me. The past couple of years have been a bit of a blur of winebars and hangovers but I'm starting 2017 as a sober person (which made for a very weird New Years Eve).

Posts coming soon, thanks for still reading even though I've been quiet... xo
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Friday, 16 December 2016

The West Coast Drive; Trip of a LIFETIME

At the end of September my husband and I flew out to San Francisco to do the West Coast Drive. This is something we've wanted to do together for years and was probably the best holiday we've ever been on. I recorded a tonne of footage but all of it is on my GoPro as at the moment I'm lacking a computer powerful enough to handle the editing (I'm using a tablet!). I need to see if I can borrow a PC from somebody. We started the holiday with a few days in San Francisco and did pretty much every touristy thing out there. We rode the tram, walked down to Pier 39, took a tour around the Redwood Parks and crossed the Golden Gate Bridge. I love San Francisco and it's just as magical every time I'm lucky enough to visit. Amazing seafood too! We picked up a Convertible Mustang (*ladyboner*) from the city centre and headed down the coast to Monterrey. Monterrey Aquarium is the best aquarium in the world and I can't rate it highly enough- definitely worth a visit if you can make it!


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Wednesday, 14 December 2016

Becoming an Introvert


Your usual stalking can resume; I'M BACK! I always said that I would blog for as long as it felt like a hobby rather than homework, and it was getting to feel like a chore so I took a little break. Is 3 months a 'little break'? Either way it felt good. I'm not saying I'm now bursting with ideas (quite the contrary) but it feels like fun again.

Absolutely loads has happened in the past few months and most of it has been super positive. I got a new job which I'm still getting to grips with. It's the same company but a bit of a tougher set of responsibilities which after 2 years in my old role I was ready for. It's a lot more challenging than my previous role but will be good for me in the long run. The only problem is that I don't think that the fact I'm so introverted is at all helpful when joining a new team of lovely people.

Up until recently I would never have described myself as shy. I don't know if I am 'shy' in the conventional sense of the word. I love meeting new people and I don't find it difficult to make conversation with people at all. I don't feel nervous walking into a bar on my own. I don't get anxious if I have to eat my lunch alone in a cafe. I can talk to a room of people confidently without much effort at all. Why am I all of a sudden finding it so difficult to be myself in work?! I've always been a believer in the "Don't talk just to be heard" mantra. I find it difficult to be around people who are consistently loud. I find myself shrinking into the background more and more (and enjoying it there!) until eventually I'm left out of things. As the weeks and months have progressed its become clear that I need to find my manballs (soz feminists), and not sink into the familiar sensation of being constantly overwhelmed by tiny things. I think this essay is essentially written instruction to myself that I'm going to try to be a better me after the Christmas break. Sorry that you had to read it.

Work aside, things are amazing. The house makes me SO happy because it's finally exactly how I want it to be (clean and covered in Christmas shit from head to toe). This past 3 months has been a real awakening for me in terms of relationships (in a good way!). There are some people in the world who honestly and sincerely listen when you talk, and take time out to check on you, and I've found that invaluable over the past few months. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.

Life feels different but it feels good. I MISSED YA'LL. More blogposts on topics that nobody cares about on the way... xx

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Monday, 12 September 2016

BRB

I started a new job a couple of weeks ago and to be honest blogging is literally the last thing I have time for right now. In my case, blogging is definitely more of a hobby than homework, and I'd rather announce that I'm taking some time out than post shit content for the sake of it. Normal service will resume once I've got some more time on my hands, probably in October when I'm back from California. More on that later! Love you all xx
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