27 Aug 2017

Post-Pregnancy Fashion Wishlist

Baby Burrage is due in just 2 short days. TWO DAYS PEOPLE. I told the ice-cream woman this yesterday (she asked - I don't make a habit of telling random people that I'm about to drop any minute; although, it is pretty flippin' obvious, I'm humungous) and she looked shocked. Probably surprised I was out and about and not at home frantically scrubbing the skirting boards.

Anyway yes, my pregnancy is finally coming to an end. I'm so unbelievably close to meeting our baby and breathing in his sweet baby smell. Just think of the snuggles, I actually can't wait.

Another thing I can't wait for, that kinda comes hand in hand with the whole giving birth thing is being able to wear 'normal' clothes again. Clothes that aren't frumpy and that don't have elasticated side panels. Hell to the yeah.

I am planning to breastfeed (or at least give it a go) and I know that I'll still appear 6 months preggo for a good few weeks so I will be wearing what I can to accommodate this. Think button down and wrap styles, forgiving fabrics and figure skimming pieces.

Here are the high-street buys that I'd happily let slide into my postpartum wardrobe.

Confession: I've already bought number 1. It's an ideal shade and thickness for Autumn and I love it's ironic message (I don't think mums ever get a day off, do they?) Also, HELLO SLOGAN JUMPER BANDWAGON.

I also need the wrap plisse jumpsuit in my life. I got a load of wear out of my plisse trousers during my pregnancy and this jumpsuit would make for a nice little upgrade. I'm thinking it would be perfect to sport on those days where putting together an outfit is too much like hard work.

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7 Aug 2017

My Afternoon Tea Themed Baby Shower

Last Sunday was my baby shower. A special day hosted by my lovely Mum at her house in honour of her first grandchild - baby Albie.

The theme was afternoon tea so there was an array of dinky sandwiches on offer as well as; a variety of tea, Pimms, scones with jam & clotted cream and, of course, a tonne of CAKE. Because what's an afternoon tea without a shed-load of indulgent, sugary treats that leave you feeling a *bit* like alien Mr Burns?

On the day we were joined by our lovely (apologies in advance for exhausting the word lovely but y’know, everything was v. lovely indeed) female friends and family who left me and bump feeling well and truly loved and spoilt. We received so many really sweet and thoughtful gifts, many of which made us all 'awww' in chorus.

Typical women eh?

Honestly, I was so overwhelmed by everyone's generosity. I couldn't and still can't thank them enough.

Cupcakes courtesy of one of the aunties-to-be. Yes that is my scan photo..on a bleedin' cupcake - amazing huh?

I always describe my mum as very 'Pinterest' because shes very much into interior design and her presentation and attention to detail is second to none. The shower was no exception. The theme was carried perfectly throughout with the use of dainty tableware and blue accessories such as pom poms, balloons and customisable bunting.

It all looked wonderful. My only regret is that I didn't take more photos but hey, I was too busy enjoying myself.

There's definitely this misconception that baby showers are 'Americanised' aka a bit tasteless and tacky but we definitely expelled this myth. It all looked well thought out and classy - even if I do say so myself (which I do, because it did) and everyone seemed to appreciate the thought and effort that had gone into it. Bravo Mum.

I had originally planned for us to play several baby-related games but as the day was flowing so well with everyone just mingling, swigging back copious amounts of tea and munching cake I only brought out the two least intrusive ones.

One involved people cutting string to a length that they thought would match the circumference of the bump - dangerous as they all guessed I was a lot bigger than I am, ha.

It literally was a perfect afternoon. It left me buzzing, and not just because of the excessive sugar consumption either.

15 Jul 2017

A Year Of Being Married.

It's mad to think that a year ago today, Ed and I were stood on the beautiful Amalfi coastline, dressed up all fancy, ready to declare our undying love for one another.

LOL, imagine me trying to squeeze into my wedding dress now, bump 'n' all.

Today is our 1st wedding anniversary. One year since what was undoubtedly the happiest and most memorable day of my life. 

And boy what a year it has been. A year with no dull moments. A year comprised of many ups and a few downs. A year of change and development.

Obviously the biggest development being the baby that's been cooking away in my womb for the last 8 months.

Yes, I did the cliche thing and got knocked up within months of tying the knot. It wasn't planned but after deciding 'hey, you're never truly ready' we quickly embraced the prospect of having a baby to love, and to be loved by.

That's not to say that the whole pregnancy/accepting what's to come malarky has been easy, because it hasn't been. It's been HARD. The phrase 'like a duck on water' springs to mind: I've appeared calm and collected on the surface but I've been paddling furiously underneath.

I've had my moments. Moments of extreme self-doubt about my ability to look after anything other than myself. Moments of uncontrollable sobbing for no reason other than shitty pregnancy hormones (I was inconsolable this one time after carelessly launching my pasta all over the living room floor). Moments where I couldn't even muster the energy to take on the simplest of tasks. What? Take my shoes off? CAN'T.

And it is in these moments that Ed has surpassed himself as a husband. He's been there with me every single hormonal-filled step of the way, proving what marriage is really about; taking the rough with the smooth and working through things as a team, sharing the weight of the problems equally.

I honestly cannot thank him enough. I can only hope to do the same for him, if and when he needs me most.

So today I sit here in bed, propped up by approx.1000 pillows, eating the breakfast Ed has lovingly cooked up for me (pancakes with bacon and maple syrup, in case you were wondering) smiling and feeling positive about the baby that is about to change our lives forever.

Because I know, as long as I have Ed by my side; making light of situations, (he's already mastered the cheesy Dad jokes) picking me up when I'm down and simply just being there, we will be fine.

No, we will be MORE than fine. We'll be great.

One year down, forever to go. I love you Ed. 

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