As the shorter days approach I have come to realise that it’s been a year since I went on maternity leave. For the last few days I have been starting to (finally) plan for Baby Boys multiple parties whilst at the same time have been reminiscing about this time last year when I was starting to wind down from work and about to go off on maternity leave.
This time last year I was finally ready to let go of work, almost. I was entering those tiring few weeks and couldn’t wait to finish work so I could just sleep all day. I was also entering – mad nesting phase and had already polished all the skirting boards and sterilised the entire kitchen. The baby was in the right position and all was going to schedule. I was completely ready for the baby to arrive.
I spent the next 3 weeks sleeping quiet a lot and working my way through every lamb chop I could find in the North West of England. This had been my craving through my pregnancy and I could not get enough. I’m pretty sure there were butchers out there scratching their heads wondering why lamb was selling out all over the place.
I also had a massive consistent craving for ice pops. I’d watch my hubby ask permission to have one from my massive supply and I’d still watch him like a hawk to make sure he suddenly didn’t kidnap them all.
During those 3 weeks I made the most of waddling down to the local chippy with my loyalty card (Yes, they have a loyalty card. It is truly amazing. You get a whole pound off a chippy meal. Bliss). They could see me coming a mile off and the sea of people would part as I placed my money and my loyalty card, reported on the progress of my pregnancy and waddled back out happily with my fish, chips and mushy peas.
I didn’t go out that much during my pre baby time because it had been snowing on and off and I really didn’t want to hurt myself so close to baby’s arrival. Although I had probably acquired enough fat to bounce along quite safely.
I think this maybe why, a year on, I’m still in the process of losing my pregnancy weight.