Tag Archives: New year

Cheers!

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When I started blogging I didn’t have any goal or to be honest, clue what I was doing. I didn’t have anything particular to say. I didn’t have a plan or much of an idea about exactly what I wanted to achieve.

After a bit of time my blog became the one place that I could be me. It enabled me to be open and honest about how I was feeling and it gave me a place to put my thoughts down at a time when I desperately needed to.

Over the last six months it (you) provided me with support, understanding and friendliness that I have been in dire need of.

Admitting that you’re not happy following the birth of a baby isn’t easy. It’s a time where you’re expected to be happy, and thankfully the majority are. But it’s been good to know that I’m not alone.

Admitting that I have had times where I’ve felt like a terrible mother, worse still admitting that I’m not sure I love my baby took a huge amount of courage to put out there, but doing that has saved me.

From a personal perspective blogging has provided me access to a huge network of interesting, caring and generally wonderful people. I feel lucky to have found that.

I’m starting 2012 with a new name and a bit of a new look. I’m sad to see the old one go but it’s important to me that my blog reflects my life and can grow as things change.

Thank you all for everything; for the emails, tweets and for reading.

The End

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We’re hours away from 2012 and a new year always brings change doesn’t it?

I’ve decided it’s time for a bit of a blog overhaul. The content will stay the same, as will the design (for now) but so much has changed in the last six months and my blog needs to reflect that. I don’t like change at the best of times but Boo has outgrown Boo and Me.

Boo was a nickname when she was tiny, but we rarely use it now. I’m really sad to see it go but it marks the beginning of a new era.

Boo has become Beans and Boo and Me is now iwantmymummy.co.uk. You can find me on Twitter @wantmymummy and on Facebook at facebook.com/iwantmymummy

I hope you can stick around to see what next year has in store for us.

Happy new year, here’s to a fantastic one x

Will Some One Please Look Under My Fridge?!

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2011, the year that was. Part #1: Birth.

The beginning of 2011 found me heavily pregnant, and if I’m honest, a bit of a bitch. It really was the hormones, honest.

Last winter was cold and I would painstakingly pick my way across an icy carpark focusing on reaching the door and making it to the check up with the midwife without slipping over and going into labour/humiliating myself. I was haunted by visions of upturned beetles (because in my head that is what I would be like if I hit the decks) but I made it through unscathed.

My last midwife appointment was on a Friday and I was 38+5 weeks pregnant. I made it in without falling on my bum and was given another clean bill of health. I was convinced the baby was going to be early, the midwife predicted the weight at 7lb 7oz and said she was on shift all weekend so she would be there if she did decide to arrive, the husband said I wasn’t allowed to go into labour on Saturday and make him miss the football, hahaha etc. A standard appointment.

Almost as soon as we got back home I began a cleaning mission unlike anything I have ever done before. Mainly because I don’t usually clean. That Sunday night the husband nagged at me to relax while I sat on the floor trying get around my bump to scrub underneath the fridge.

My kitchen looked bloody fantastic by the time I had finished (if only someone had looked under the fridge to admire all of my efforts) and finally satisfied I waddled off to have a bath. I swear the feeling you get after a good clean when nesting is one of the best you can get. That is why I am not simply being untidy now, I am saving all the cleaning for the next time I am hours away from giving birth because I know I will love it then. All that crap on the floor? That’s not mess, that’s forward planning.

The next morning, almost exactly 12 hours later, I was climbing back into the bath. Only this time when I looked down my stomach was what can only be described as disgusting, a saggy pouch of skin hanging limply where waist used to be. Oh, and it felt like someone had driven a truck into my bits. With all that, the second bath wasn’t quite as relaxing as the first but it meant that the midwifes would be able to leave and that I could have a wee without yelping in agony.

Yes, I had a wee in the bath. Shut up.

So there I was at the end of January; the baby was early, just as I had been convinced she would be. She was tiny weighing only 6lb 9oz, I cradled her and wondered what was going to happen next.

This Could Get Emotional

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New years eve is almost upon us and that calls for a night spent sobbing into a glass (bottle) of anything alcoholic left over from Christmas and wondering where the last twelve months have gone. It’s practically tradition right? So in honour of said tradition I am going to get all retrospective with a look back at the year that was over the next few days.

I am going to milk this for all it’s worth and drag the whole process out but in reality I can sum up the last year pretty quickly:
January: Had baby
February: Wondered how to look after baby
March: Wondered how to look after baby and self
April: Remembered I have a husband…need to factor in looking after him too
May: Give up looking after anyone/anything other than baby
June: Start blogging
July: Wonder how I am supposed to do EVERYTHING.
August…Actually, I can stop there. It’s all baby and blogging day in, day out…
December: Someone has stolen my baby and replaced her with a little girl. Also, blogging.

The last twelve months have been literally life changing for me, in so many ways. Things are still changing and I’m finally starting to see that as a good thing. I don’t like change but I think I’m slowly learning that dealing with it is a damn sight better than hugging my knees and chanting ‘I don’t like change’ over and over.

The biggest of all changes in 2011, and to be more dramatic, MY LIFE, was becoming a mummy. Unfortunately the slowest change is still happening; the one that means I actually feel like a mummy. But I’ll save that one for later.

So grab a cuppa while I recall my year in as interesting and as articulate fashion as I can manage while I’m really copping out a bit and buying time to catch up with everyone after a mini Christmas break.