Third Trimester – My Pregnancy So Far!

Wow – so much for blogging more during my pregnancy! I’ve just reached the third trimester and I feel like my feet haven’t touched the ground… 

I’m sure everyone feels the same about subsequent pregnancies – especially if your other child or children are little – you don’t really get quite as much time to think about it! With my first pregnancy, I noticed every little change in my body, and revelled in every little kick. I also instagrammed my growing bump every week or so, I knew precisely how many weeks pregnant I was (including days!) and read my pregnancy app information with vigour every day. I devoured articles on pregnancy, practised meditation, chanted positive affirmations and read a book about hypnobirthing. 

Fast forward to this pregnancy, I’m lucky if I remember I’m actually pregnant most days – well, apart from the fact I could give Kimmy K a run for her money in the preggo-fatness stakes and I’m going through a large box of Rennies a day! 

There’s so much I could waffle on about, so I’ll break it down into sections. Here goes… 

Symptoms and health 

The first 12 weeks of this pregnancy were staggeringly shattering. I don’t think I’ve ever felt as exhausted in my life! It didn’t help that my toddler weighs the same as a baby elephant, and still demands being picked up and lugged about a fair bit. Even getting him into his car seat in the morning felt like I’d done a day’s graft! Luckily, the severe tiredness lifted after the first trimester but I’m still finding it quite tough with Little J, who’s now decided that he prefers walking to his buggy – until his little legs get tired after ten minutes, of course! Sheesh. 

Other pregnancy symptoms such as indigestion came on thick and fast this time. I’ve been prescribed omeprazole but it doesn’t touch the sides, so I’m hoping to progress to Zantac pretty soon. As far as pregnancy problems go, indigestion doesn’t sound like a biggie but it’s pretty miserable feeling sick for hours after I’ve eaten anything! Urgh, 

Apart from that, I’m fine and enjoying my pregnancy! I just have to do everything a bit slower at the mo…

The baby 

My two scans were absolutely lovely, and this time we decided to find out the gender at the 20 week scan. We didn’t find out with Little J, but I felt that I’d like to be organised this time! I didn’t mind what we were having, although my husband not-so-secretly wanted another boy! 

I must admit though, when we were told we were (probably, of course!) having a little GIRL I was absolutely thrilled! I was more or less expecting a boy but I cried a bit when I was told the news, happy tears of course! I can’t wait to introduce the little miss to all my favourite Disney films – and dress her in pink tutus of course 🙂 

Don’t ask me about names though, I had a cracker in mind for a boy, but agreeing on a girly name has been a toughie. 

I felt a little concerned at first, as I didn’t feel her moving as much at such an early stage – but my second scan revealed I had an anterior placenta. I can now happily report she is very wriggly indeed! 

My plans for the birth 

Little J was breech, wedged in and born by elective Caesarian. Because of this, I’m having a presentation scan at 36 weeks to find out if my baby is also massively awkward! 

Being completely honest, a VBAC doesn’t fill me with joy at all, so I’m still considering opting for another section – which, because of my age, the fact I’ve never laboured before and my previous scar etc, is ok by all accounts. My first one wasn’t a walk in the park to recover from though, but the actual birthing experience was hugely positive and beautiful! I loved it. Considering many VBACS end up in theatre anyway, after potentially hours of labour, I’m thinking it could be the best option, as I’m slightly terrified. It’s a toughie though. Any words of wisdom from seasoned VBAC-ers would be very much appreciated. 

My plans for life with a newborn 

I obviously can’t wait for teeny newborn snuggles, but there are a few things I’ll be doing differently this time…

Combination feeding 

Little J was a bottle refuser which was very hard to deal with at times, as I did pretty much 100% of the night wake-ups for 23 months while he was breastfeeding. It also meant that I couldn’t leave his side for longer than a couple of hours until he was pretty much a year old! I followed the rules by leaving it until he was 9 weeks old until I introduced a bottle and he never took to it, despite trying every single bottle and following every bit of advice I was given. This baby is having a bottle once a day, right from the start! I’m going to try the Munchkin Latch bottles, after reading some great things about them, and will either give the baby an ounce or two of pumped milk or formula every day on top of the evening boob feed – just to hopefully ensure that she’s a little bit less of a boob-monster than her big brother! Being self employed, I won’t be able to have as much time off like I did with J, so a baby that is slightly more flexible would be wonderful. They all do their own thing though, hey?! I can but try. 

As a side note, Little J finialising stopped breastfeeding ALL BY HIMSELF! I had reduced the feeds to twice a day (morning and before bed) and, after gradually stopping the morning feed, he was down to one a day. Just as I was beginning to panic and Google “tandem breastfeeding” (as bloody if, I’m sorry but NO!) he dropped the night feed by himself. One night, in my fourth month of pregnancy, I offered him my boob and he blew a raspberry on it, laughed, lay down and went to sleep! And that was that. Phew. 

Co-sleeping crib 

I’m planning to buy one of those snazzy looking co-sleeping cribs, which will hopefully help the baby to sleep for longer. Little J slept in his Moses Basket until he was almost five months old! He absolutely loved it, and I only moved him to his cot when he was practically touching the top and bottom of the basket with his head and feet! He slept through the night from 8 weeks old in his basket, and stopped as soon as I moved him to his cot. I know all babies are different but I think he liked the secure feeling the basket provided so I’m thinking that a bigger co-sleeper might be the way forward…

Nailing the routine

This time, I’m hoping to nail down my “getting out of the house” routine so it won’t take around 3-4 hours – ha ha! I was completely useless with J, but I think I may have been a teeny bit soft in responding to his every teeny wimper and whim…I once started getting ready at 9am, to meet my sister and her baby at the park at 1pm. At 1.15pm I phoned her in tears saying I still wasn’t ready and to top it off, J had just done a humongous poo as I was getting my bag ready to leave. Please somebody tell me this gets easier! I’d love to be one of those mums who has her shizz together in this area! Any tips?? 

Double buggy or buggy board?

After much contemplation, I’ve decided that a tandem buggy might be the best option, given the fact that J (who was 2 in March) still requires a chariot from time to time! I was considering a new Baby Jogger City Select as I LOVE my City Mini GT, but I’m now being swayed by something a bit lighter such as a Phil & Ted’s Sport – and preferably a second hand one. I’m absolutely looking for something with proper tyres rather than a stroller type double – I hate strollers, I find them hugely difficult to push and manoeuvre and would choose a three-wheeler with chunky wheels that bounce up kerbs any day! I’m thinking that I’ll probably go back to using my old City MinI GT again with a buggy board when J gets a bit more into walking for longer. Any suggestions more than welcome. 

That’s pretty much it! My only concerns are the shorter maternity leave, and because I’m self employed I’m just hoping I can get some of my lovely contracts back as I’ve been very lucky to work with some great people and clients since taking the leap. Here’s hoping! All massively exciting though, of course – and I’m very pleased to note that my little country town seems to be having a baby boom at the moment, so I’m thinking that I’ll have some wonderful ladies on hand to share my experiences with… Eeeek!  

Peace x



The Joys of Pregnancy

Hey mummies! I’ve got a super dooper guest post for you today, from my lovely friend and fellow mama, Mim!


Pregnancy – a time of joy, of blooming. A time to be waited on hand and foot, to become serene and at one with nature and to positively glow from the inside out in a way to show the rest of the world, without words, that yes you are expecting.

Ahhh, how lovely, how joyful. How, well, a bit untrue really in my case.

I was looking forward so much to being pregnant, to developing a nice neat bump, a rosy pink flush and always getting the last seat anywhere.

There are some things I didn’t quite bargain for though – the weird things NO-ONE tells you about. Did they forget about these the moment the baby arrived? Were they trying their best to not put me off getting pregnant? Or worse still, am I the only one to have experienced these things?

Luckily, Dr Google has confirmed to me that I’m not alone but I thought I’d share some of these odd changes of pregnancy with you too – if at the very least to make you thankful that you didn’t get them.

Peach Fuzz – that’s what they call it. It’s a reaction of the pregnancy hormones and I was warned I might get a few light hairs on my baby bump. A few hairs? Fine. Fur? NO. A light brown furry tummy. Peach Fuzz? More like Bear Hair. My (kind but lying) husband told me it was in my imagination and he couldn’t see it which made me feel a bit better until after the baby when it thankfully disappeared.

Thick, glossy hair – again, the pregnancy hormones. It seems their main mission is to turn you into a furry beast and this did not stop at my head hair, which was lovely during pregnancy by the way. Another hairy growth area was my eye brows. My already naturally bushy eyebrows. Thanks pregnancy hormones, because I want to spend time Every Single Day plucking half my face off.

The Mask of Pregnancy – “What is this?” you ask. Is it The Pregnancy Glow? The blooming? The rosy cheeks? It is not. It is one or more patches of darkening skin on your face. For no reason. Because every paranoid preggo is desperate for another reason to feel under-confident and ugly. And why not add hormonal acne into the mix too? Because despite having spent 30-odd years trying to minimise it, apparently I want more.

Swelling – particularly swelling of the feet. I expected some water retention, I was warned by my doctor. I was not expecting to grow a half foot size and for that to not reduce again after the birth. If I wasn’t already paranoid about my huge UK size 7 feet, Mother Nature thought it would be hilarious to add another half size to it. I point blank refuse to buy bigger shoes. I’m pregnant with my second now – does that mean they’ll grow again? Am I destined for a life in stretchy slippers? Perhaps I wouldn’t mind that actually.

Big Boobs – yes yes, this might suit a lot of ladies. But when your own ‘ladies’ are already big and bothersome and the pregnancy lower back pain is killing you, it’s the last thing you want. They did not go down after the birth or after breastfeeding. By the time I’m 9 months with the new one I’m going to resemble the late Lolo Ferrari.

Bump Touchers – now I was somewhat warned about this but I still wasn’t quite prepared. I don’t mind my female friends and family touching my bump at all – it’s affectionate and lovely. However, I do not want males who I barely know to reach over and not only touch my bump, but to give it a shake. WTH?! This happened only once and trust me, the second grabber would have ended up with 2 broken arms but why WHY did he feel the need to not only invade my personal space but to then shake it about as well? Men, be warned – 1. Ask before you reach, 2. Limit touching to a gentle pat followed by at least two compliments, 3. Just don’t risk it and keep your mitts off any woman’s bump that isn’t half yours.

Now, putting the annoyances of above to one side, I had a quite enjoyable pregnancy over all. The bigger my (fairly neat) bump got, the more my confidence grew and this was possibly down to the lovely compliments I got from friends, family and strangers. The acne went away to reveal lovely clean and glowing, albeit hairier, skin. I enjoyed always getting a seat on the bus, having thick and glossy hair, strong nails and within reason, to eating a little lot more than I normally would have done.

Every day and certainly after Miss M made her appearance, all these things faded into the background and upon becoming a mother, I realised that I’d happily grow a 10 inch beard if it meant I could keep her forever. So whilst these weird and wonderful things are not forgotten, they are all well worth it and have clearly not put me off having another.

Now, where did I put those tweezers?

Mim is a 30something mother and writes for She lives between the UK and Australia with her husband and toddler, and is expecting her second baby in April 2015. Check out for weekly pregnancy updates and parenting tips.


Curveball central.

Howdy again mummies (and mummies to be, and daddies etc etc…)

So, continuing on my theme of the things that people fail to mention to you before you embark on the mummy journey, here’s the next one.

THINGS NOBODY TELLS YOU ABOUT MOTHERHOOD #2: Babies throw you curveballs.

Ok, so I can only really speak for myself here and I only have one baby to date, but blimey has little J surprised me. I’m sure there are a million small things I could mention to you, but here’s the main one:

Little J is a bottle refuser.

This may seem like a small thing. “So what?” you may shrug. But just think about that for a minute. He has so far, in his six months on this planet, refused to have his milk from absolutely anything but my boobs.

When I first realised this, I won’t lie, I felt like I had just been kicked in the face. It dawned on me slowly and very painfully that I couldn’t go out for a long-overdue night out with the girls, I couldn’t join a gym, I couldn’t go and get my hair done – essentially, if J can’t go with me, I can’t bloody go. FACE KICK.

Before I had J, I was convinced that I’d be able to express milk like a pro (or crack out a bit of ready-mixed formula) and therefore enjoy the occasional night out with my much-loved girlies.

Don’t get me wrong, this last six months with this little bab permanently attached to me like a Joey have been the most joyously beautiful of my life. I utterly love being his mum, and genuinely enjoy having my new little buddy around all the time, but I am really seriously in need of a night out now! There’s a nightclub attached to a country club not far from where I live. I’m not mentioning any names, but if you google “halls” and “bredbury”, you might see what I mean. It’s hilariously cheesy and you can stay over in the attached country club hotel. There’s even a resident’s bar that serves post-dancing sandwiches with karaoke until 5am. My girlfriends have promised to take me out as soon as I can persuade my bub to embrace tommee tippee/medela/Avent/NUK (yeah yeah I’ve tried all of them) and let daddy take a shift. This may go against the hippy mummy grain, but the lure of high heels, hot beef butties at 4am, copious amounts of rose wine and dancing to Lionel Ritchie’s “All Night Long” have proven too much to resist.

He’s weaning now, so maybe he will skip the whole bottle stage anyway and move straight to Sunday Roasts, but he still LOVES breastfeeding. I just hope he can give up the boob before he starts university.

One last thing to point out though – apparently, I was a bottle refuser too. Karma, it appears, has decided to bite me on the ass.