Saturday, 22 March 2014

The ones which didn't make it

This post is dedicated to the ones which didn't make it.
The discarded photographs, silently screaming, "What about me?"
The forgotten photographs, abandoned on my mobile phone, wondering if they would ever have their chance to shine.
Pictures which captured the moment beautifully.
They certainly stirred some memories when I came across them the other day.

Blowing bubbles. My gorgeous cousin at the family hen night. It was a local restaurant, a chance for both sides of the family to meet before the wedding. With party bags made by yours truly.

Feeling glee. My last day in the office before a 3 week break for our wedding and honeymoon. My boss insisted on taking a snap of my decorated desk. I was very excited about the prospect of 3 weeks out of the office.

Sorry George, you've missed your chance. One of the posters, by my colleague, which were plastered all over the building on this last day. It made me laugh out loud when I spotted them.

Pampering. The night before our wedding I had spray tan and met a friend for a pedicure, with champagne, chocolates and balloons with my name on.

Can you see my sad face? After the pedicure, which involved soaking my feet in water, I discovered my spray tan on my feet and ankles had disappeared! My friend couldn't stop laughing and asked the sprayers to fix me.

The last picture on our wedding night. This was taken in our room in the venue, after I said I didn't ever want to take my dress off and the night to end.

Where are they all now? My colleagues, who have all left my current place of employment for pastures new. Shame, as we all got on so well.

Outside George Michael's house, before he smiled at me! I couldn't believe I was actually there.

Pizza but no wine. I hadn't long discovered I was pregnant. We celebrated with pizza, but no alcohol for me.

My little Tommy bump. I was just starting to show.

So you've now made it, dear pictures.
You've been found and loved again.
And you've certainly accompanied me on some very special times.

Saturday, 15 March 2014 pictures

(From my iPhone so quality not as good as could be.)

The sun has finally appeared and shone on the village.

Daffodils and bricks.

Lunch date.

Tommy's first swing.

New socks.

It'so hard being this cute.

Little boy had a busy day.

Wednesday, 12 March 2014

Not the mayoress of vine yards in England

I'm feeling fairly important.
Why is this, you may well ask.
Well, before your imagination runs wild and you consider important theories, e.g, I've received an invitation for tea by the Queen (I expect my invite got lost in the post). Or I've been elected to run for mayoress of vine yards in England (if there could ever be such a title). Or even that George Michael has personally asked me to sing on his next album (I should be so lucky, especially with my questionable vocals).
Nope, it's nothing as exciting as the above. Actually, after fantasising the above it seems rather dull now.
I'm taking part in market research, as requested by my neighbour Wendy.
One day Wendy rang my door bell, introduced herself, for at this point I did not know she was my neighbour or that her name was Wendy, and asked if I had a new baby and required nappies.
As you already know dear readers, I do have a new baby and I do require nappies.
Therefore, I asked her to step inside my house and present her paperwork so I could receive the free samples, plus payment for my valid opinion.
Luckily, I did not feel threatened by Wendy at all, in case you were worried that I was inviting complete strangers inside my house. My parents were also in the lounge on this particular day, and my mother used to conduct market research herself many moons ago. Oh yes, I was often left sitting in her car with my colouring in books whilst she knocked on doors and enquired about washing powder etc. So I know how grateful she always was when the general public were willing to assist her.
And let's face it, who am I to turn down free nappies whilst hubby and I are on a tight budget with my maternity pay.
I've received 3 bags of nappies so far, and answered vital questions in regards to leakage and comfort.
Next I was given hair conditioner and shampoo to test and complete a questionnaire on. Again, who am I to turn down shampoo and conditioner when I have hair and I'm watching my pennies.
And tomorrow I am salad testing 9.20am at Wendy's house with young mums and others in the 40 plus age bracket.
That's right, salad testing. I must admit, I've never eaten salad for breakfast but there are worse things I could eat at twenty past nine on a Thursday morning. It's also a great opportunity to meet the neighbours.
I hope I like them. And vice versa.

Tuesday, 4 March 2014

Leaps and bounds

I'll never forget our first conversation.
It was rather one-sided, probably due to the fact you were only hours old. We were left in a room together at the hospital, daddy had been ordered home. I held you and promised to always look after you, look out for you, and always have fun with you.
Oh the dreams and plans I discussed with you that night. I doubt you'll remember any of them because you looked pretty dazed and confused.
After years of thinking about you, then months of feeling you growing inside me, I'd finally met you. And I couldn't have been happier.
Then we took you home and you cried. A lot.
"What's wrong with him?" I kept repeating. Sleep deprivation, agonising pain from the operation, hormones rushing through me, frustration and worry all took their toll.
It's funny how everyone loved to tell me their labour horror stories as my due day was fast approaching, but no one told me how hard the first few days of motherhood would be. It was as if there was an unwritten rule, you can't complain or moan about the first few days. If you do, people may think you are ungrateful, or that you can't cope. Or even, heaven forbid, you could be perceived as a bad mother.
It wasn't until I confided with close friends about how I was feeling that they admitted, it was hard, but don't worry, it gets easier.
And they were right. Look at us now!
Now, may I be so bold as to say, we've come on leaps and bounds.
We have our own little routine. I know your tired and hungry times, and you love playing the magic cushion game. Raspberries blown on your belly make you chuckle, you find the blinds in the bedroom fascinating, and you're still not sure about the bright dangly snail on your play mat.
Spending time with you is my favourite thing in the world, particularly now I've kind of got the hang of this.
Just go easy on me with the teething, okay? By the looks of it, with all that dribbling and shoving your hands in your mouth, this could be the start of it. I've got cream and rings on stand by, and I'll rock you all night if I have to.
Remember, we're in this together.
I gave you my word, during that long, dark night at the hospital, that I'd be there for you. And I don't intend to ever let you down.