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Yesterday I signed up for a subscription of The Green Parent Magazine…
It was £5 for the first 6 months (a special half-price offer that’s only on til 31/12/15…aka tomorrow!) and is going to be £10 for every 6 months beyond that.
They send out six issues a year and we’ll get our first one in January. I’m really looking forward to receiving it!…I just wanted to write about it on here so others could take advantage of the half price offer.
August 4th was Fletch’s 10th birthday, and last month Otis (our new pup) turned three, so I decided to bake them a cake to share, using a recipe from the Brown Eyed Baker…it was very similar to a cake that I’ve baked for Fletch before…
You need flour, baking soda (I used baking powder), peanut butter, honey, carrots, oil and an egg…and an audience apparently…
You sieve the flour and baking soda/powder together…then add all the other ingredients…
…you stir it all up, pour it into a tin (I used a loaf tin like she does on the original blog post) and bake at 350f/175c for 30 minutes while your audience waits patiently…
…seeing as it’s their birthday you could always ease the monotony of waiting by letting them lick the bowl/spoon…
…once it’s done you need to let it cool a bit…
…and then you can “ice” it…I used more peanut butter with a couple of teaspoons of honey to make it more spreadable…
…and then you can either feed it to the birthday dogs, or you can prolong the torture a bit more by making them wait while you take some pictures…
Happy Birthday dawgs!
This isn’t going to be an easy post to write (or to read, I’m guessing). I say that because I don’t quite know how I feel and I’m completely lacking the words to even begin to describe the bits of myself that I do understand.
I’ll just get on with it. I apologise in advance for how confusing this is going to be…
I’m 27 weeks pregnant today with only 13 weeks left until my due date. That means that in 9-15 weeks time our baby will be in the world.
We will be parents.
I will be a mother.
LIFE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME…
…and you know what?…I can’t get my head around the fact that it is happening.
I mean, I KNOW that I am pregnant (I’ve gained 48lbs and have the most impressive 6 month bump) and I KNOW there’s a baby in there (I can feel – and love – the kicks and the hiccups and the stretches)…but I just can’t get my head around HOW there can be a baby in there (physically I mean…I’m 33, I do not need the birds and the bees explaining to me).
I look in the mirror and a pregnant woman looks back at me, but I (mostly) don’t feel any different, and I just cannot begin to comprehend that in three months our baby (OUR baby…a baby that is OURS) will be a part of the real world, part of our lives.
I can’t imagine how a baby could even fit inside me, despite all the extra weight/inches. I know that my bump is more than big enough to accommodate a 27 week fetus (hell, it’s more than big enough to hold twins), but I’m almost utterly convinced that it’s all fat and guts and there can’t be any spare room for babies in there. I can’t picture it. Right now I’m sitting cross-legged on the bed typing and I can feel kicks right down at the base of my belly, but are they kicks or punches?…or are they hiccups? Is the baby head up, head down or transverse? Is it back to front or back to back? For that matter, how can there be a baby in there at all? (I may have said that already…)
I don’t really know how else to explain it without just repeating myself over and over again. I don’t get it. I don’t get it. I. Do. Not. Get. It.
I’ve almost managed to convince myself that our baby is in some other dimension and I’m actually just growing a portal to this alternate dimension inside my uterus. Yes, I know I’m strange.
It’s been surreal right from the very beginning. When I first found out I was pregnant I convinced myself that it would all feel real after the first scan, and it did….for a while. I had been worried that I was imagining it all, but I saw our little one bouncing about on the screen and I cried with a mixture of joy and shock. That “OHMYGODITSREAL” feeling wore off though and soon I was telling myself that feeling the kicks, or having our 20 week scan, or knowing the gender of our child would help me to get my head around it.
I guess I thought that I’d feel different once I was “with child”…that something in my brain would change. I suppose it’s a bit like when you’re a kid and you look at adults as if they’re different. You expect to feel like an adult once you get past your teens, and then you get to your twenties (and then your thirties) and you still feel like the same person, just a bit more tired because now you have to look after yourself and all that shenanigans.
When my cousins and friends have had children I’ve always imagined that they’re different to me, but now I’m beginning to suspect that they’re exactly the same as they were before, just even MORE tired because now they never sleep and they have to look after themselves AND a baby…and all that shenanigans.
Luke gets it. He can visualise the baby, he gets the reality of the whole “we’re going to be parents” thing, and I think he finds it a bit odd that I don’t, especially considering it’s happening in my body. He has to put up with me saying things like “we’re having a baby” and “it’s really real, isn’t it” at least a couple of times each day. Sometimes I’m in awe and I want to share that with him. Sometimes I’m struggling to believe it and I’m looking to him for reassurance. Thankfully, he always knows what to say.
…but aside from all this, even though I have all these weird thoughts and panics, I still can’t wait for our little one to be here. I can’t wait to have a baby in our lives. OUR baby. I live for the kicks and I lie down at every available opportunity, and not because I’m fat, tired and lazy (although I am), but to see and feel those little feet and fists battering away. I cradle my belly ALL THE TIME in the hope that I’ll feel a little elbow or knee slide past my hands. I might not be able to believe there’s a baby in there, but I absolutely can’t get enough of all the little movements that this impossible baby makes.
I think the weirdest bit of it, the part that makes me so disbelieving of it all is that I’m not scared and I’m not panicking when I feel like I should be. I mean, I am, but I’m mostly scared that I’m not scared, panicking that I’m not panicking…if that makes any sense at all?
Surely I should be scared of labour? Surely I should be worried about how we’ll cope? Surely I should be dreading never EVER sleeping again, of feeling like a milking machine, of having SO much responsibility for a teeny tiny little human? Surely I shouldn’t feel so normal and so capable?
I’m finishing this post feeling much the same as I did when I started it. Confused. If you’re reading this you might feel confused too. Or maybe you get exactly how I feel.
Yesterday afternoon at about 3pm I found this little guy hiding by our back door…
The door was propped open with a sack of dog food and there he was, not balled up, just standing under the door while our new dog (more about him later) gambolled about barking his head off in excitement.
I picked him up in an old blanket and popped him in a box while I consulted my good friend Google on the best course of action.
I came across this website, and saw this at the top…
Hedgehogs are nocturnal animals, sleeping during the day and foraging for food late evening through to early morning. They only come out during the day if there is a problem. Any hedgehog found out during daylight should be taken to a carer, vet or wildlife hospital.
My friend Adele and her husband have a hedgehog rescue but I couldn’t get hold of her, so I used the Help Wildlife website to find the next nearest rescue centre, which happened to be The Willows Hedgehog Rescue in Bromsgrove. I called and spoke to Jayne, who told me that our little visitor was probably pretty poorly to be out and about in the daylight and not balling up when faced with a yapping Cockapoo. She asked me to bring him in to them so that they could check him over, so I popped him into our cat carrier with his blanket…
…popped a towel over the top so it’d be nice and dark for him, and set off for Bromsgrove.
When we arrived I discovered that my little friend had managed to wriggle his way underneath the blankets. I took him inside, met Charlie and Jayne, the owners of The Willows, and Charlie took my little hog off to their hospital (after a few minutes searching the blanket) while Jayne filled out my paperwork.
I’ve got to call them back in a couple of days to see how my rescue-hog is doing, and hopefully I’ll be able to collect him and bring him home soon. There’s a good chance that he might have worms, in which case it’ll be a few weeks until I can go back and get him.
We have been keeping a dish of dried dog food outside for the pooches (just in case they forget there’s one indoors too) so we think he may have been hungry and trying to get some of that. From now on we’ll be keeping a bowl of small-bite dog food out for our hedgehog population (in case we have more than one) and we’ll also be building a hedgehog house a bit like this one (as modelled by Jayne)…
The Willows Hedgehog Rescue is a not-for-profit, self-funded organisation for the rescue, rehabilitation and release of native hedgehogs. Read more about the work they do here…and about ways that you can help them keep their rescue running here.
I don’t know how much it’ll cost to look after the hedgehog I’ve taken to them but I’ve made a small donation to try and cover the cost of feeding him and any medicines he might need. Hopefully he’ll be back in our garden soon and some of my donation can go towards looking after another hedgehog or two.
…more hedgehog updates to follow!…
Although I’ve been meaning to revive my blog for many MANY months, I’ve got to admit that being pregnant and wanting to record my experiences is the main reason behind my new-found motivation to write. For a while I toyed with the idea of starting again. New life, new blog, new domain name. After all, wouldn’t it make more sense to write about this part of my life (our lives) on a blog created solely for pregnancy and parenting?
Well, yes, probably…but after much deliberation, that’s not the tack I’ve chosen to take.
You see, the thing is that this is my blog. When I started it it was supposed to be a place where I could talk about my life and my adventures. Along the way, Luke became part of my life, and although the name of the blog didn’t change, he became part of it too.
Like my husband, my pregnancy and my baby aren’t separate to my life as the girl with the camper van…they are part of it. When I got pregnant I didn’t stop being me, and I didn’t lose the will to do the things I’ve planned to do. I’m not abandoning my life and the vision I had for it, I’m simply enriching it with a new member of my family.
So that is why I won’t be writing a Mommy blog. It’s not that I have anything against the women who do (or, indeed, the men who write Daddy blogs), I just don’t see my pregnancy or my choices in parenting as being in their own little bubble, standing out from my life. My life is ALL the things I do, either alone, with my husband, or with our baby, and I want this blog to reflect my life as a whole, not just one facet of it.
I don’t want to give up this blog now that I’m expecting, just like I don’t want to give up on getting Old Red back on the road…and I can’t wait to start blogging about our adventures with him as a family. This is the happiest and most excited I have been in a very long time 🙂
It seems I’ve got a LOT of catching up to do…
Not only have I got plans to tell you all about my marriage, my pregnancy and our adventures in general, but I’ve also discovered a HUGE number of draft posts that are in various stages of editing. Okay, so a lot of them aren’t worth salvaging (they’re far too out of date) but some of them will still be relevant, given a bit of love and attention.
So, over the course of the next few weeks (I hope) you can expect to see a mixture of old, very old, new, and plans for the future.
I know I’ve said things like this before, but I’ve totally turned over a new leaf. I have ALL the best intentions. Better than that, I also have all the motivation. I’ve also got a new writing studio now too!