Wagga Wagga to Worcestershire & back again
I am now officially on maternity leave, or as my workplace likes to put it, in my ‘confinement period’. I’m both amused and appalled by the term, as it feels a little archaic in this day and age. To me it conjures images of a woman in a 19th century white cotton nightgown, sitting up in a four poster bed, gazing out of a window and watching the world go by. In actual fact my leave so far has been anything but that…
August is one of those quintessential transition months in Wagga Wagga – spring-like weather will show up for a day or two at a time, but then is punctuated by the grimmest of wintry conditions. The days are getting start to get longer, but the mornings will still often be frosty. In this month of contrasts, this is what’s been making me smile…
The further my pregnancy has progressed, the more my outfit choices have reflected comfort. Dresses and stretchy waistbands are now everyday staples, as anything that pulls too tightly across my bump has felt constricting and itchy. A couple of months ago I started looking for a few items that I could wear both during my hospital stay and in those first postpartum weeks, when I’ll no doubt be a little sore and tender and spending most of time at home.
After overwhelming success with Ripe branded maternity wear in the early part of my pregnancy, I turned to them again and in the process I think I’ve found the world’s comfiest lounge pants…
The countdown is well truly on for the arrival of baby next month. Adam and I are getting rather excited to meet our little person and this weekend gone, we started our antenatal classes…
I often think July feels like one of the longest months of the year, mainly because it’s smack bang in the middle of winter when the days are short and everyone has well and truly settled into hibernation mode – preferring the cosy comfort of home.
In the midst of this season of winter, I’m still finding plenty to smile about though…
I’ve been aiming to make 2019, my year of calm. My goal was to set out and carve out more calm moments in everyday. While I think I’ve been quite good at finding and committing to occasions of calm – 10 minutes to quietly enjoy a cup of tea, half a day to read or binge watch something, or a single night away somewhere lovely – I’ve realised I haven’t been so good at having prolonged periods of calm.
Something I didn’t mention in my second trimester diary earlier this week, is that I’ve been having a few pregnancy-induced issues with my blood pressure the last few months. It’s resulted in semi-regular bouts of being dizzy and light-headed, feeling nauseous, and having hot flushes – often lasting several hours. It’s been something my doctor has been keeping an eye on and after a particularly prolonged ‘turn’ earlier this week she decided I needed some time out to recover, so she sent me off with a medical certificate for a few days rest…
I can’t quite believe I’ve now hit the third trimester of pregnancy. Instead of counting the weeks up, Adam and I counting the weeks down until we meet out little person.
The second trimester is often described as the ‘golden period’ of pregnancy – where that first trimester sickness has abated, but the aches and pains of the third trimester haven’t quite taken hold.
For me personally, it was very much a trimester of two halves…
