I started this blog 10 months ago when I had dreams of being a dinky-hippy-techno momma, tapping away at the keyboard with my lovely dependent sleeping in a sling on my chest, waking just to feed and then murmur peacefully back to sleep.
Ha! Then the wham-bang babbie shock came along and I realised that motherhood is no easy picnic. I never did get used to living in this humdrum town and railed at DO for months and months and months. I wanted to be back in Wandsworth, drinking tea in Crumpet, buying babygroes from Green Baby, going to baby yoga and having lunch with other hippy mums.
Now the little helpless adorable bundle has become a darling little boy, with a personality as big as his heart.
But I'm stuck here. So can I turn this into an experience that works in my favour? Being a mother has made me think about my own life and about what I want to fulfill. It's as if having a baby was the difficult bit and now I can explore my other ambitions. Can I still be creative and ambitious while living up North?
So I'm going to start writing this blog again...because even without my baby bump life is a bumpy ride...
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Amazon frenzy
One advantage of being stuck in the grim north is the lack of any decent book and dvd shops. Because I save money? Nah - because it gives me the perfect excuse to go on an Amazon frenzy.
The first of my packages arrived yesterday. DO was horrified to find the first series of Baywatch fall out of the envelope. Some sides of people you only see when they move in.... I don't know what was more scary for him yesterday: that surprise revelation about my viewing habits, or the fact that I announced I wanted gingham curtains in the bedroom, or my joke that my waters had broken.
I'm going to be watching the series quicker than I thought. The midwife came today and said that my blood pressure was high. To DO's delight she prescribed lots of REST. A true four letter word for me.
I don't want to rest - my hormones are going wild and all I want to do is that other four letter word beginning with f. That's right - I want to FILE all day. Organisational genes are in a frenzy and I have already created three household folders containing neatly arranged information on babies and sections for car, council tax etc. I even have created a lever arch folder of tourist leaflets, organised by county.
I obviously don't have enough babygros to fold and unfold.
The first of my packages arrived yesterday. DO was horrified to find the first series of Baywatch fall out of the envelope. Some sides of people you only see when they move in.... I don't know what was more scary for him yesterday: that surprise revelation about my viewing habits, or the fact that I announced I wanted gingham curtains in the bedroom, or my joke that my waters had broken.
I'm going to be watching the series quicker than I thought. The midwife came today and said that my blood pressure was high. To DO's delight she prescribed lots of REST. A true four letter word for me.
I don't want to rest - my hormones are going wild and all I want to do is that other four letter word beginning with f. That's right - I want to FILE all day. Organisational genes are in a frenzy and I have already created three household folders containing neatly arranged information on babies and sections for car, council tax etc. I even have created a lever arch folder of tourist leaflets, organised by county.
I obviously don't have enough babygros to fold and unfold.
Monday, October 22, 2007
Midnight baby oil
It's the middle of the night (4.47am to be precise) and I am 36 weeks pregnant, feeling like a beached whale. I'm absolutely ravenous but too lazy to go downstairs to grab some leftovers from last night's cottage pie (cooked by DO - darling other).
Being up the duff, I've ended up living with DO not in the shining metropolis that was my home - London - but, albeit temporarily, in this dismal Northern town. It's a three bedroomed house here with real fires and freedom to bang as many nails in the wall as I want.
But yet I miss London with an overwhelming agony and long for a too small overpriced magnolia flat again where the only thing that keeps you up at night is the traffic and sounds of constantly emptying all night bars. Here the only thing that keeps me up is my growling stomach and the growls of DO who seems to have hidden an intensive snoring habit from me in all the weekends we spent together over the last 5 years.
I hope this blog will show me up for being the whingeing ungrateful bag that I certainly am. I have been given the greatest gift in the universe with this unexpected but already adored baby. I'm just finding it hard to adjust to life where the only entertainment within a 10 mile radius is the one decent coffee shop, a mile away.
Being up the duff, I've ended up living with DO not in the shining metropolis that was my home - London - but, albeit temporarily, in this dismal Northern town. It's a three bedroomed house here with real fires and freedom to bang as many nails in the wall as I want.
But yet I miss London with an overwhelming agony and long for a too small overpriced magnolia flat again where the only thing that keeps you up at night is the traffic and sounds of constantly emptying all night bars. Here the only thing that keeps me up is my growling stomach and the growls of DO who seems to have hidden an intensive snoring habit from me in all the weekends we spent together over the last 5 years.
I hope this blog will show me up for being the whingeing ungrateful bag that I certainly am. I have been given the greatest gift in the universe with this unexpected but already adored baby. I'm just finding it hard to adjust to life where the only entertainment within a 10 mile radius is the one decent coffee shop, a mile away.
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