Okay so I should be approaching my fourth weigh in and should have easily have lost nearly half a stone. Instead I missed my first week weigh in and my third and won’t be able to go this week… will go Wednesday instead… MUST GO WEDNESDAY INATEAD! My head has so not been in the game. This being a new mum and breast feeding a 2 month old almost once an hour is a little exhausting and I am still opting for something easy and yummy when the opportunity presents itself!
However, this week I am introducing a bottle or two of formula a day to give myself a bit of a break. Also it’s hot and I have nothing to wear so I really need to sort myself out.
Night shift husband (NSH) is working days for the next 2 weeks so that is going to throw me off but also will mean eating at normal times and not having to creep around or leave the house in the mornings. Plus he is there to “help” at night. I know he would help if he could but there really is no point in two of us waking up to watch me breastfeed the baby!!! However if one of the little ones bi-weekly bowl movements should occur when NSH is present, then he is more than welcome to help deal with the explosion!!!
So as I know too well, planning is absolute key. Off to Aldi first thing to buy lots of fresh fruit to make a massive fruit salad, bits to make a huge Greek salad and lots of other healthy goodness.
Might also buy a paddling pool… for the baby of course, for the baby!
In all honesty, I was quite amazed with how the human body bounces back after a baby and I am so so lucky to have zero stretch marks. In the first few weeks my belly shrunk and I was still eating rubbish. Great stuff! Now we are on 7 weeks since the amazing night shift baby arrived and I am beginning to put weight back on. Night shift husband is also piling on the pounds, so something must be done.
I am, once more, climbing aboard the slimming world train for the gazillionth time.
Joined last week, have not really stated though because we had a little holiday, so it all begins tomorrow.
I am going to use instagram to both share my ranty blog and post food and snack pics as that really helped me last time. I plan on blogging about the usual nonsense of being a night shift widow but will include my weight…
Nobody cares!!! I know but it will help and motivate me.
PS my boobs are massive and carrying the majority of my weight
Current weight: 12 stone 5
Target weight: 10 stone
Last day of work before maternity leave for me tomorrow. I think I should be excited but I am feeling really anxious.
I am more than happy to be off work and be a mum. I don’t feel worried about the birth or the feeding or the lack of sleep or any of the mum parts. The anxiety comes from staring into the unknown tunnel with no clear light at the end. This sounds morbid, I don’t mean it to.
I am finishing work but I do not have a job to go back to and it has suddenly hit me.
Just casually running a bath at 3:20am!
This third trimester has not been kind on the old sleep. My back and hips cannot cope with being led or sat down for any period of time. The only relief is water. So early am baths it is. Hope the NSH hasn’t woken up.
What to do? Will be 36 weeks pregnant when it’s my 30th. Extremely bad planning on my part.
Have gone through a couple of ideas:
- Some sort of crafty endeavour at The Makery in Bath followed by lunch out.
- Book local pub and invite other people to drink on my behalf.
- Book local lush little cafe for a brunch/afternoon foody type thing.
- Sit on sofa and allow others to bring me presents
- Stay in jim jams and eat pizza whilst watching shawshank resemption
I really don’t know and I am so indecisive I know I will keep changing my mind which does not make booking something easy!
My evening routine has recently become a little ritualistic.
NIghtshift Husband goes to work
Snoop Bobby Dogg and I go for a walk.
Have a bubbly bath (just me, not Snoop Bobby Dogg!).
Occasionally remember to moisturise in the vain hope it will stop me getting stretch marks.
Watch Old episodes of Jonathon Creek in bed whilst drinking decaf tea and eating Lidl’s version of chocolate hobnobs.
Have reached the “shoving cushions under ones self to get comfortable” phase of pregnancy. It follows after and joins the “eating and moving produces unnecessary travel of stomach acid” phase of pregnancy.
Not that I’m moaning or owt!