Well, I went to go swimming today and discovered that my only remaining costume which still fitted, didn't fit. So off to mothercare went I. I now have a maternity tankini. Bliss! Two parts, so visiting the toilet is possible (and frequent at this stage). Shorts, so my bikini line isn't on display. Longline top so tummy is still covered.
I will never wear a conventional swimming costume again. Shorts are the future. Although I'm not liking the gap most non maternity tankinis have. There are non gap ones. I will find the perfect one.
For now, I have me a smashing one.
Whilst in mothercare I was given the new catalogues. Marvellous. And so much cuteness. Santa outfits for baby girls!! Which also reminds me that I will have a newborn at Halloween. Happy joy joy, a pumpkin she shall be.
So much girl stuff to buy. I am seriously looking forward to dolls...
Showing posts with label maternity wear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label maternity wear. Show all posts
Sunday, 24 July 2011
Sunday, 5 June 2011
Guilt
First guilt trip, I had a complete paddy today. Full on she's lost her mind tantrum. Oops. It was in reaction to an overreaction of something so utterly trivial combined with complete lack of sympathy to my pain. I shrieked, I cried, I slammed. I made my children cry at my noise. I am ashamed.
Second guilt trip. I am a bad advocate for mothering. I have twice commented on a blog this last week to a new mother. First to profess the joys of caesarean birth - not scary, not bed riding for a fortnight - and today to encourage the use of formula.
Really, I should be shot. My opinion, yay, but probably best not shared as it doesn't toe the natural party line.
To be fair on myself, my stance on both issues are not "they are better" but more "do not beat yourself up if they happen".
Purchases arrived today: 2 pairs of maternity pyjamas and a maternity vest top. Maternity wear makes the bump look much more advanced than oversized wear which drapes. Maternity wear clings. Comfy though and there's no exposed udders.
Pain level lessened by not leaving the house and so not walking more than the length of the hall. On most days this is not a practicable solution but on a day off it's a relief. If immensely frustrating. One of the most painful things I have done today, which I have needed to do approximately once an hour, is go to the toilet. It's not the going that hurts - thankfully - it's the sitting down on, and getting up from, the toilet that's tricky. Hence the bad mood.
It has cooled down again which means two things: I can shut the window and the tools haven't been drinking in the sun all day. So a peaceful night may ensue.
And as if by magic, a car alarm starts...
Second guilt trip. I am a bad advocate for mothering. I have twice commented on a blog this last week to a new mother. First to profess the joys of caesarean birth - not scary, not bed riding for a fortnight - and today to encourage the use of formula.
Really, I should be shot. My opinion, yay, but probably best not shared as it doesn't toe the natural party line.
To be fair on myself, my stance on both issues are not "they are better" but more "do not beat yourself up if they happen".
Purchases arrived today: 2 pairs of maternity pyjamas and a maternity vest top. Maternity wear makes the bump look much more advanced than oversized wear which drapes. Maternity wear clings. Comfy though and there's no exposed udders.
Pain level lessened by not leaving the house and so not walking more than the length of the hall. On most days this is not a practicable solution but on a day off it's a relief. If immensely frustrating. One of the most painful things I have done today, which I have needed to do approximately once an hour, is go to the toilet. It's not the going that hurts - thankfully - it's the sitting down on, and getting up from, the toilet that's tricky. Hence the bad mood.
It has cooled down again which means two things: I can shut the window and the tools haven't been drinking in the sun all day. So a peaceful night may ensue.
And as if by magic, a car alarm starts...
Saturday, 19 March 2011
6 sleeps!
Less than a week to go till scan, I can cope. And then they will tell me if all is well and single, or not. And I will know. Then nothing will change, I'll just know; it isn't an end point, it's just a stage.
Well, it hopefully isn't an end point anyway.
I can't feel my uterus. This doesn't mean it's not above the pubic line, it means I can't feel it. I don't think it's up high though, which means probably not twins. I do however feel little flutterings that could be movement which is very early and would be indicative of twins. And there is the fact that my bowels etc are currently located at the top of my ribs or thereabouts so that suggests a reshuffle is going on. Which it will be. But I can't tell what's there and what isn't usually there.
Symptoms remain sort of peaking. I have been exhausted today and spent most of it lying down, interspersed with nausea and the need to eat, along with the requisite hourly visits to the toilet. Boobs look nothing like themselves, as yesterday's changes remain.
So it doesn't look like anything's wearing off anyway. That's good, even if it makes me feel diabolical.
Next necessary purchases: nightwear and underwear. Both causing discomfort, and I've not started the grand expansion yet. Yikes. There are benefits to having your firstborn: no children to look after and a nice unscathed body with no scarring to be irritated by waistbands.
Just a moaning aside.
Well, it hopefully isn't an end point anyway.
I can't feel my uterus. This doesn't mean it's not above the pubic line, it means I can't feel it. I don't think it's up high though, which means probably not twins. I do however feel little flutterings that could be movement which is very early and would be indicative of twins. And there is the fact that my bowels etc are currently located at the top of my ribs or thereabouts so that suggests a reshuffle is going on. Which it will be. But I can't tell what's there and what isn't usually there.
Symptoms remain sort of peaking. I have been exhausted today and spent most of it lying down, interspersed with nausea and the need to eat, along with the requisite hourly visits to the toilet. Boobs look nothing like themselves, as yesterday's changes remain.
So it doesn't look like anything's wearing off anyway. That's good, even if it makes me feel diabolical.
Next necessary purchases: nightwear and underwear. Both causing discomfort, and I've not started the grand expansion yet. Yikes. There are benefits to having your firstborn: no children to look after and a nice unscathed body with no scarring to be irritated by waistbands.
Just a moaning aside.
Monday, 28 February 2011
Payday!!
I've been superskint this month so payday meant the purchase of some much needed maternity comforts.
Purchase 1: a digital pregnancy test with conception indicator. I have now done 15 tests (at least). I can't help it, I need to check I am still pregnant and the damned overpriced indicator ones give reassurance that hormone levels are still high. It's still 3.5 weeks till my scan, I am paranoid and I don't feel as awful as I did. Or maybe I'm used to it. Something.
I could pay £90 for a private scan 2 weeks earlier. I'm not going to.
Purchase 2: smashing stretchy non maternity trousers from M & S. They are great, they fit because they're normal trousers, but they stretch and stretch, and then fit again after the birth. I had a pair when I had the boys, wore them into hospital with the biggest bump ever recorded, and wore them home.
Purchase 3: yummy food from M & S. Rocky Road Bites: yumcious.
Purchase 4: ginormous pants. Normal (aka nice) ones are irritating my c-section scar which is bulging and being irritable. Not nice, so I need unsexy pants that come up to my chin. I got some truly hideous ones last week, but I got some bearable non vpl ones tonight that don't actually encase my entire body in underpants.
They're not knickers btw, knickers implies something feminine and nice.
Human evolution has ensured that having impregnated his woman, a man can relax in the knowledge that she is repulsive to all other men, possibly forever more, certainly for the duration of her pregnancy. His progeny are protected.
Pregnancy: it's delightful.
Purchase 1: a digital pregnancy test with conception indicator. I have now done 15 tests (at least). I can't help it, I need to check I am still pregnant and the damned overpriced indicator ones give reassurance that hormone levels are still high. It's still 3.5 weeks till my scan, I am paranoid and I don't feel as awful as I did. Or maybe I'm used to it. Something.
I could pay £90 for a private scan 2 weeks earlier. I'm not going to.
Purchase 2: smashing stretchy non maternity trousers from M & S. They are great, they fit because they're normal trousers, but they stretch and stretch, and then fit again after the birth. I had a pair when I had the boys, wore them into hospital with the biggest bump ever recorded, and wore them home.
Purchase 3: yummy food from M & S. Rocky Road Bites: yumcious.
Purchase 4: ginormous pants. Normal (aka nice) ones are irritating my c-section scar which is bulging and being irritable. Not nice, so I need unsexy pants that come up to my chin. I got some truly hideous ones last week, but I got some bearable non vpl ones tonight that don't actually encase my entire body in underpants.
They're not knickers btw, knickers implies something feminine and nice.
Human evolution has ensured that having impregnated his woman, a man can relax in the knowledge that she is repulsive to all other men, possibly forever more, certainly for the duration of her pregnancy. His progeny are protected.
Pregnancy: it's delightful.
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