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From Dad with Love

Dear Baby,

Your dad wrote this for you. We are very lucky to have him.

 

In your mummy’s tummy

 You’re in your mummy’s tummy

And you’re doing rather well

We have seen doctors and nurses

And they’ve done the tests to tell

 

So you’re growing in your mummy

Using your little hands and feet

And sleeping till your ready

For the day we finally meet

 

I read so you can hear me

It’s a daddy’s job to do

And I’ll tell you a little secret,

I think mummy likes it too

 

Your mum, well she protects you

She keeps you all secure

And when you’re ready to come join us

We’ll love you for ever more

 

We can’t wait until we meet you

And can hug and hold you tight

Show you this outside world

And teach you wrong from right

 

Your mum already loves you

And I can say the same for me

We also love each other

And can’t wait ‘til we are three

Hello There

Oh Hello Blog!

I forgot all about you but I am sure you will understand I was on the bathroom floor you see. It is a lovely spot, cool tiles to lie a thumping head and not too far from the toilet. I have been on the bathroom floor on and off since June, 5 whole months of vomiting, rolling nausea and migraines. I haven’t been much fun to live with and have barely turned up for work but in the last week something has shifted a little and I am beginning to feel better. Today I washed my hair and put on mascara and I have only been sick once today it was bit like having a hangover, without the fun of the night before, so just like old times really. Pregnancy is different for everyone but that doesn’t make it any easier when you seem to be the only one who feels like death. It is hard to bond with your growing baby when you feel so terrible and it is hard not to think that there must be something wrong, surely it is not possible to feel this bad and have a healthy baby. But it is, the 20 week scan told me so. The baby is a good size and seems to have everything in working order, it was a bit hard to see the baby as true to the awkwardness of this child it chose to roll up like hedgehog the minute it realised we wanted a good look! Well now we are on the countdown to the birth and slowly I am starting to have a life again with a gig on Friday and a musical on Sunday, my friend the bathroom floor will have to cope without me.

Sick and Tired

I had planned to write a post about something other than pregnancy but I just can’t because right now it is all I do. We are now at week 13 the nausea has not passed nether has the extreme fatigue. I have had word with the bump and explained that now we are in the second trimester I am supposed to be feeling fab. I don’t I really don’t on the whole I feel tired, weepy, sick and fat. Last weekend while back in the UK I managed to go out and about for the first time in three months now however I feel like sleeping for a thousand years. Maybe I am just a whiner but so far not having a blast! Every single baby piece of crap I have signed up for emailed me this week to say I should be feeling MUCH better which quite frankly is making me feel guilty. Yesterday as we were still not able to hear the baby’s heartbeat we were given an emergency scan, baby is fine just hiding behind the placenta and sleeping. I wish I could hide behind the placenta and sleep.

letter #2

Thanks for waving at us, it made your dad’s day! I was just very happy to see a beating heart, two arms, two legs and a splodge for your head and body.  Very happy.

Now if you could do something about the nausea I would be very chuffed.

 

On Monday we get to see you. I am terrified, scared at the huge responsibility that is to come and scared that all will not be well. I have been so worried at every little twitch that something is not going according to plan and that you are not growing as you should or that your tiny little heart has stopped beating. I hate that I can do nothing to control or help this. I am a worrier, this is something you should probably know about your mum. This morning I worried from 3am to 5am. First I was worried about the scan and then worried about my weird health insurance and then I moved on to worrying about where we are going to put you when you arrive this led to worrying about the fact that I still have not changed my name on my driving licence and then worried about the woeful bus service from your grandmas as I am going to have to catch a bus next week and then I was worried about work, by 5am I was worried out and fell asleep.

How are we ever going to make it through these next few months?

 

At 6.30 the alarm went off and I took a deep breath, your dad rolled over and put his arm round me and whispered into my curls “It will be alright, we are a team and we can make anything work”

You are going to be so lucky to have him.

 

Such a long absence!

Had meant to write some lovely posts about our many honeymoons when one night in early June our lives changed forever when an extra blue line appeared.

It was quite a shock as we had thought it would take 6 months to a year and here we were first month and off! The rest of the time since then has been spent with me crying, feeling sick and sleeping. So far pregnancy really not my thing but the scan is next week and fingers crossed all is well and I can stop worrying.

At this stage I am not really enjoying the pregnancy as it feels like I have a permanent hangover, tired, headache nausea without any of the fun of drinking. Can anyone tell me when I will start to feel all lovely, glowing and earth mother like?

Oh New York, how I dreamt of you and then there you were, taking my breath away as I headed for your lower east side in my big yellow taxi.

brooklyn

We leave for New York in three days and I am very excited. It is my first time and I am getting to stay here with my lovely Mr. Rigby. I am also starting to annoy people with my excitement. It will be our second honeymoon and will hopefully be without a trip to casualty. It will follow a weekend I just spent with my very old friend Ms. Keri where I laughed from the moment I woke up till the moment I went to sleep. She is lovely and I think I love the way I seem in her eyes, funny. I am not funny but she laughs at my awful silly voices and stories and I laugh at hers, actually I nearly wet myself at one point. It is also my birthday in 5 days. I have presents still to open and have so far already opened a dress, sandals, a bag, a big brooch, earrings, jim jams, and a bird sculpture. Life is sweet.

The talented one arrived late last night from a week long business trip to Portugal. I have learnt not to be jealous of these trips as I know he does not get to see anything of the places he visits but he does get to eat fab food and stay in swanky hotels, which is why he is instructed to steal everything that is not nailed down. Last night brought me Crabtree and Evelyn goodies, a shoe polisher, sewing kit and a manicure set not bad eh! However just to prove how well trained he is Mr. Rigby also brought home a Chanel mascara!

So glad I married him.

21 days to New York, I am beyond excited.

34

33 days till I am 34
6 grey hairs
8 little lines
4 on each eye
Not too bad for 34

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