As I sit on my couch polishing off todays chocolate milkshake (my new daily craving) while watching “Saving Mr Banks” (if you haven’t seen it – do yourselves a favor), I can’t help but take a moment to appreciate that these endulgent moments may soon become few and far between.
I wish I had Guppy here to share these types of moments (not my milkshake though), but he is currently in India playing in the IPL and has been for the last 5-6 weeks. That means a lot of late nights or early mornings for old preggars over here! Most games have started at 2.30am and I’m not that good at going to bed early so there have been some long days lately!!
From India, Guppy goes to England to play in the Champions Trophy for the Blackcaps, which will be an awesome tournament and I’m hoping to go over there and do some baby shopping. Oh, and watch some cricket!!
When he left there was no bump and now there is a little something poking out, I think there might actually be something in there (according to my pregnancy app it is a zucchini!) – and I can’t wait to see his reaction.
I’m going between moments of excitement and desperation to meet this baby – to sheer and utter panic. Oh and the odd bit of embarrassment.
Like, last week. One of my favorite things to do is MC events, and I MC’d an Event called the Beacon Awards. A big night for the 970 people who attend. A big night for this Mumma-to-be ; I had to find something “black tie” to fit this growing belly and wear high heels for 4 hours with swollen feet. The joys. I actually loved it, but finding something to wear was interesting!
After finding the perfect, sparkly, “loose on the stomach” gown, I decided the time had come to invest in some new bras for my new chest area. And oooohhhh she was a humiliator.
“Maternity bras” – what even are they? And why does it seem so hard to find nice, sexy ones? Can anyone help a pregnant sister out and help something a little fancy? Any suggestions ladies?
I really had to put my big girl pants on to walk into the store to ask to have a bra fitted. I felt like I was 13 years old again, I went all red and awkward when the lady knocked on my dressing room door and asked if she could come in. “Uhhh I guess so”. Why was I so embarrassed? Maybe embarrassed is the wrong word, maybe uncomfortable is what I mean.
Growing a baby is such an amazing thing. But this body of mine, doesn’t really feel like it belongs to me at the moment. And I guess if I think about it, it really doesn’t. It belongs to baby Guppy. And it would appear that baby Guppy is getting comfy ‘cause things are starting to change.
Unfortunately the lady at the store seriously lacked any form of tactfullness when it came to discussing my baby bump. It took every bit of strength I had to drive to the store in the first place, then find a carpark, find some coins and walk in to the store. I wanted to leave, I wanted to cry (hormones!), I thought about leaving – I was just too tired to do anything about it, haha!
Next step is probably having to look at maternity (there’s that word again!!) clothes. Where is the best place you Mumma’s out there have found? And do I have to stop wearing jeans soon? I may not have a choice if this chocolate milkshake fad continues!
I hope everyone has had a great week. Thank you for taking the time to read the blog. I loved all your comments from blog one!