My How Things Change

Hello there,

My, how things change!
Two years have passed since I last posted on this blog [almost forgot I had it!] and my life couldn't be much more different...

In the last 6 months, I have resigned from a job I held for close to six years, I have gotten married, I have purchased a new car [this is news as I had my last car for 18 years!], and I am expecting a baby in around 167 days.

Now, this last one, well...that's going to be the biggest change in my life, and I want to write about it.

Don't worry, my intention is not to bore you with stories of how wonderful my baby is, or how its first poo looked like tar, but more to bore you with stories about the lead-up part!

Admittedly, I've been doing very little reading about pregnancy. My sister-in-law sent me a copy of Up The Duff, and I have a Baby Centre app on my phone, but apart from that, if I want to know something, I either Google it, or ask my doctor.

The most surprising thing for me, is how unglamorous pregnancy is...and no one ever told me this!
As far back as I can remember, pregnancy has been sold to me like it's the most magnificent thing in the world. I should expect to 'glow' and eat whatever I desire, I will enjoy a full bosom, and smooth skin, my hair will be thick and wonderful, and everyone around me will be considerate and respectful. I will look beautiful, feel wonderful, and connect with the little human growing inside of me...

Pfffffft! [what utter rubbish]

My following blog posts will pretty much consist of me complaining about pregnancy, and sharing with you, what I wish had been shared with me.
If this subject matter does not interest you, or you have no desire to hear me whinge [and really, who does!] I suggest you cease reading, over the next 5 or so months.
 

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