Intro...
Hi everyone...if you're reading this you probably already know who I am as I've only posted the link to this on my Facebook and Instagram, which are private, however if one of my lovely friends has shared this link and you don't know me - I'm Leah. 29 years old - hence the name of this blog - wifey for lifey to Shane and currently awaiting my subscription to 'The tired mums club' which should become active in January 2018 (or December 2017 if Baby S has inherited my sense of impatience). As you will read later, I have been thinking about doing this for a while, not that I have any time to do so, but we'll play it by ear for now. This post is just a little intro to get me into the swing of things so I hope you enjoy...
PS. Still getting my head around this whole 'setting up a blog' thing, so sorry if it looks like its been designed by a 4 year old - I'll work on that (if I can be bothered!)
Let me set the scene:
Its Sunday, its 7am, I’m 27 weeks pregnant, so where should I be….yep that’s right, in bed, getting as much rest as I can in preparation for the lack of sleep I am going to have for the rest of my life and to give me enough energy to grow this miniature human to a ripe old consistency of 9 months to then push its watermelon head out of you know where, but no, instead I have been awake since about 6am, struggling to breathe through my nose, with severe cartilage pain in my ribs and Shane pressed up against me like there’s some sort of space shortage in our bed – there isn’t, it’s a king size FFS – I laid there for about 15 minutes thinking ‘its OK I’ll drift off again in a minute…’ before thinking 'Fuck it' - the baby started doing its morning rendition of 'if you're happy and you know it jump on mums bladder' so I got up, donned my fluffy Ted Baker dressing gown, put some washing on, looked in disgust at the amount of washing up left from the night before, made myself a Chai latte in my ‘no drama mama’ mug and thought to myself ‘what can I do to procrastinate for an hour before I accidentally turn the hoover on outside our bedroom, wake Shane up and get him to do the washing up?’ Those of you that know me and follow me on Facebook will know that every year I go away with ‘The Witches’ – we all worked together at CI and was given this name by a fellow musical theatre colleague who called us this after ‘The Witches of Eastwick’. Now I have no idea why, maybe it’s because we never actually did any work and just cackled round the office most of the day drinking coffee, – but whatever the reason, its stuck, and we now have honorary witches that have joined us over the years. Anyway, that aside – what I was getting onto was the fact that whenever we go away I like to post an update of our daily adventures. Not a day goes by when something ridiculous doesn’t happen and 9/10 we end up pissing ourselves from laughing so much – now Sally and Becca both have an excuse for this, they’ve both had kids of their own so the old pelvic floor ‘isn't what it used to be, dear!’. God knows what I am going to be like next year, probably like the tidal wave at Thorpe Park (*mental note – start doing regular pelvic floor exercises NOW – 27 weeks isn’t too late is it?!). Over the years this daily update has been named by many as ‘The Blog’ and I have had numerous people say to me ‘you should do this full time’, ‘I can’t wait til next years one’, ‘you should definitely do a pregnancy blog…’ I ummed and ahhed about it for a while, read back some of the ‘blog posts’ on Facebook and didn’t think they were actually any good. I mean, I found them funny because I actually experienced the stuff I was writing about, but it seemed quite a lot of people also enjoyed reading them so I’ve been considering a pregnancy ‘blog’ for a while now – I mean there’s no better time to start when you’ve only got 13 weeks left, you’re half way through the busiest term of the year (for those of you who didn’t know, I am a course leader and dance lecturer at a local college as well as assistant principal for a local performing arts school called Theatricool – nice little plug for you there, details can be found at www.theatricool.co.uk), you’ve stupidly taken on a dance exam board teaching qualification on your day off, you’ve decided to rip your garden and driveway up to be renovated and you still have Christmas decorations from last year in a box in your front living room because that is widely known as the ‘storage room’ and you haven’t got round to putting them away yet – probably not worth it now – at least I've saved myself one job on 1st December! So, yes, I’ve decided to start a ‘blog’ although I don’t really like the word ‘blog’ – there’ something about it that makes me think ‘I have to religiously write this at least twice a month otherwise people are going to come knocking at my door demanding an update on my day, what I’m having for dinner, what my birth was like, have I put my keys in the fridge yet due to sheer exhaustion, are you going to breastfeed, when are you having your next one, do you prefer Ewan the dream sheep or Myhummy?!’ SO MANY QUESTIONS – PISS OFF!!!!!! So I would just like to say, I’ll write it in my own time, about whatever pops into my head and to be honest – if its taken me 27 weeks to decide that I’m actually going to do one in the first place, I wouldn’t hold out too much hope that its going to be that regular – but I will try.
PS. Still getting my head around this whole 'setting up a blog' thing, so sorry if it looks like its been designed by a 4 year old - I'll work on that (if I can be bothered!)
Let me set the scene:
Its Sunday, its 7am, I’m 27 weeks pregnant, so where should I be….yep that’s right, in bed, getting as much rest as I can in preparation for the lack of sleep I am going to have for the rest of my life and to give me enough energy to grow this miniature human to a ripe old consistency of 9 months to then push its watermelon head out of you know where, but no, instead I have been awake since about 6am, struggling to breathe through my nose, with severe cartilage pain in my ribs and Shane pressed up against me like there’s some sort of space shortage in our bed – there isn’t, it’s a king size FFS – I laid there for about 15 minutes thinking ‘its OK I’ll drift off again in a minute…’ before thinking 'Fuck it' - the baby started doing its morning rendition of 'if you're happy and you know it jump on mums bladder' so I got up, donned my fluffy Ted Baker dressing gown, put some washing on, looked in disgust at the amount of washing up left from the night before, made myself a Chai latte in my ‘no drama mama’ mug and thought to myself ‘what can I do to procrastinate for an hour before I accidentally turn the hoover on outside our bedroom, wake Shane up and get him to do the washing up?’ Those of you that know me and follow me on Facebook will know that every year I go away with ‘The Witches’ – we all worked together at CI and was given this name by a fellow musical theatre colleague who called us this after ‘The Witches of Eastwick’. Now I have no idea why, maybe it’s because we never actually did any work and just cackled round the office most of the day drinking coffee, – but whatever the reason, its stuck, and we now have honorary witches that have joined us over the years. Anyway, that aside – what I was getting onto was the fact that whenever we go away I like to post an update of our daily adventures. Not a day goes by when something ridiculous doesn’t happen and 9/10 we end up pissing ourselves from laughing so much – now Sally and Becca both have an excuse for this, they’ve both had kids of their own so the old pelvic floor ‘isn't what it used to be, dear!’. God knows what I am going to be like next year, probably like the tidal wave at Thorpe Park (*mental note – start doing regular pelvic floor exercises NOW – 27 weeks isn’t too late is it?!). Over the years this daily update has been named by many as ‘The Blog’ and I have had numerous people say to me ‘you should do this full time’, ‘I can’t wait til next years one’, ‘you should definitely do a pregnancy blog…’ I ummed and ahhed about it for a while, read back some of the ‘blog posts’ on Facebook and didn’t think they were actually any good. I mean, I found them funny because I actually experienced the stuff I was writing about, but it seemed quite a lot of people also enjoyed reading them so I’ve been considering a pregnancy ‘blog’ for a while now – I mean there’s no better time to start when you’ve only got 13 weeks left, you’re half way through the busiest term of the year (for those of you who didn’t know, I am a course leader and dance lecturer at a local college as well as assistant principal for a local performing arts school called Theatricool – nice little plug for you there, details can be found at www.theatricool.co.uk), you’ve stupidly taken on a dance exam board teaching qualification on your day off, you’ve decided to rip your garden and driveway up to be renovated and you still have Christmas decorations from last year in a box in your front living room because that is widely known as the ‘storage room’ and you haven’t got round to putting them away yet – probably not worth it now – at least I've saved myself one job on 1st December! So, yes, I’ve decided to start a ‘blog’ although I don’t really like the word ‘blog’ – there’ something about it that makes me think ‘I have to religiously write this at least twice a month otherwise people are going to come knocking at my door demanding an update on my day, what I’m having for dinner, what my birth was like, have I put my keys in the fridge yet due to sheer exhaustion, are you going to breastfeed, when are you having your next one, do you prefer Ewan the dream sheep or Myhummy?!’ SO MANY QUESTIONS – PISS OFF!!!!!! So I would just like to say, I’ll write it in my own time, about whatever pops into my head and to be honest – if its taken me 27 weeks to decide that I’m actually going to do one in the first place, I wouldn’t hold out too much hope that its going to be that regular – but I will try.
First official ‘preg-post’ to follow shortly……or not,
depends on when I can be arsed to write it – this took long enough and now my
Chai latte is cold – should probably get used to that when the baby arrives!
Right, Shane, Mr
Dyson is coming…..
Happy Sunday people!
L xx
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