I'm at that "difficult" stage of pregnancy #2. This was demonstrated to me with blinding clarity when I got the tube today and was eyed suspiciously by a few passengers clearly wondering "is she pregnant? Or is she fond of pies?". Kate Middleton I am not. But I only have myself to blame. I'm eating for 2 (horses). When I was pregnant with Hunter, I allowed myself as many treats as I liked, I really enjoyed eating whatever I wanted and I didn't feel bad about it in the slightest and there was a degree of moderation. This time around, my desire for anything sweet is not just a choice, it feels more like a compulsion;(. I watch TV and can't concentrate because I'll be fantasising about chocolate buttons, condensed milk, ice cream, Fab lollies, cake and donuts. Subsequently, I try not to keep that stuff in the house and so when I get desperate I have recently resorted to munching on sugar cubes or spoonfuls of golden syrup. I'm not proud of myself;((((.
Is my willpower just ruined by being knackered and looking after a baby/toddler hybrid on my own all day? Will I ever feel proud of my body again? I keep thinking about how it used to look, back in the heady days of the 90s. I was such a little hottie. Now I am a little fatty.....;)
Anyway, I'm just willing the bump to pop right out properly now so I can wear all my lovely maternity clothes. Mamas and Papas have kindly given me some gorgeous bits and I'm itching to get into them!
I decided tonight that I will keep a photo diary of my pregnancy and post the pictures: NOT instagrammed and NOT edited or airbrushed in any way and I will share them with you. Because I like to think I'm keeping it perhaps a bit more real than gym obsessed Kim Kardashian or Royal Stick Insect Kate Middleton (jealous, moi?). Here's hoping I don't turn into a weebl in front of your disbelieving eyes....
Here's the first 2: week 15.
Now then, where's that family pack of Jaffa cakes?
|Week 15. pregnancy number 2. Feeling dotty;(.|
|Week 15. Side view. My norks are Out Of Control.....|