Is it too cheesy to say my family, my husband and kids? Well, even if it is, they are!
It’s not that I’ve not done anything else in my life that I’m proud of, but it’s the biggest thing that means something to me.
When I was growing up, all I wanted was to be a mother and a partner, preferably a wife. In the same way people dreamed of careers or traveling, being a mum was all I wanted.
Generally they’re not something you can actually plan. You can’t plan to meet the right partner, or have children. Even if you do meet them, unforeseen complications can affect anyone, and things just don’t work out the way you’d like. Often this isn’t bad, just different.
Maybe this isn’t right to class it as my biggest accomplishment, I mean it’s not like I worked at it and made it happen as such. But also marriage and being a mum is something that I need to work on every day, through the good and the bad!
But they are what I’m most proud of and what I most love about myself.
Tonight as I put you to bed, I realised it would be the last time you would sleep in your bed as an only child.
This weekend you’ll be staying with your grandparents, as you often do on weekends, and if your baby brother doesn’t arrive before I’ll be induced to have him on Sunday. In which case you might end up staying with grandparents a little longer.
I’m sure that’s not going to be too much of a hardship with all the extra milky bar buttons you’ll be spoiled with!
I’m excited that we’re going to have another little member of the tribe, and that you’re going to have a little sidekick to grow up with.
But it was still a bittersweet feeling, knowing that my first baby is going to be a big brother.
You’re still only little yourself (I know, I know, you’re a big boy but you’re still our baby!) but I hope you know that we will love you just as much as we always have no matter how different things might be.
Tonight the bedtime routine went completely out the window, and I squeezed myself in beside you and cwtched you until you fell asleep.
I love living in Wales. There may be a time that we might live in a different country, but Wales will always be my home.
1. Wales has the most amazing views and landscapes. When we lived in Skegness for 6 months, I genuinely missed the green and the mountains. The mostly flat terrain left me aching for the sight of a mountain forest, no matter how much rain fell on them.
2. My school produced some major sporting stars. It’s pretty cool to be able to say you were in the same classes as Gareth Bale and Sam Warburton. We’ll just skim over the parts where I don’t think I’ve ever actually held a conversation with either of them, or that it leaves the rest of us feeling like we’re under achieving massively! Good for them!
3. We’ve got our own language. It’s not always pretty sounding, lots of harsh sounds, but I think that our tiny country having its own language is pretty special. And despite almost dying out it’s growing again and becoming more important and popular. Even the English speaking schools now have to include an element of Welsh into every lesson, even if it’s just days and dates. You may also have the upper hand in a job interview if you can speak Welsh.
G is most likely going to be going to a Welsh speaking school, and I’m looking forward to improving on my limited lingo too.
4. The NHS. Ok, so I know it’s not just in Wales, and I don’t always get very political here, especially in a mostly light hearted post, but the NHS is something so amazing that we really need to appreciate it more. It’s by no means perfect, but it’s a hell of a lot better than what a lot of people have.
5. The most importantly cool thing about Wales? Uh Doctor Who is filmed here!!
Many of you will know that we are a family of Whovians, in fact I was woken up this morning by a voice coming over the monitor “I am a cyber man. You will be deleted” I can’t tell you my startled response, let’s just say it’s a good job G wasn’t stood next to me or he might have learnt some new words that would not go down well with grandparents!
It’s brilliant being able to spot local places and landmarks when you’re watching, and remembering times you’ve been there.
I’m not a size 8, and I never will be, because I love food a lot, probably a bit too much.
Asking me to choose a favourite is almost as bad as Sophie’s Choice ;)
I guess if I absolutely had to choose it would be pizza. I don’t think I’ve ever turned down the chance for pizza, or ever not “felt like it” and at least you can change up the toppings to vary it a bit.
For a “home cooked” meal I will never turn down a lamb dinner, preferably with mashed potato and proper gravy and lots of mint sauce, or Mr H’s famous lasagne (seriously amazing stuff and requested for every family event, gathering and trip).
I’ll have to stop there because a) I could go on forever and b) I’m starting to get hungry!
Like so many others out there, I have suffered with a poor self image for so many years. Mostly revolving around weight. I’ve always felt like I was chubby and overweight and like that somehow made me feel less pretty or worth less than other girls my age.
The stupid thing of course is that I wish I was as fat now as I thought I was then!
I wasn’t fat. I was barely chubby. But a few insensitive comments made when I was younger really affected me. It’s completely ridiculous how much negative comments can deeply affect us, and no amount of positive ones can level that out. I’m not the only one like this surely?
And I know for a fact that if Mr H ever reads this he’ll be shaking his head and saying “I tell you this ALL THE TIME!” but we don’t listen to the ones we love right? Because they’re just being nice, glossing over our imperfections. But it’s because they don’t see them, they just see the great things about us!
Bizarrely enough I am more body positive when I am at my biggest, most distended, and have the strangest things going on to my body. When I’m pregnant. I know not everyone can feel this way, so I feel incredibly lucky that I do.
Part of it is that I don’t have to feel like I’m holding in my belly. That may sound shallow or even greedy (I can eat all the cheese I want!!) but I find that I can embrace my belly rather than hide it under baggy tops. It’s supposed to be big and no one really cares. There is of course the unsolicitated comments that come with pregnancy (“are you having twins!?” “You’re only how many weeks? You’re huge!!”) But overall I feel less judged about my weight.
My biggest concern for myself as this pregnancy gets close to ending, is that I’ll lose this love for my body and the confidence I have, just like I did the first time round.
It’s a thought that currently has no plan. But it’s something that I’m far more aware of this time round. For one thing a happy and positive parent can help create happy and positive children.
I’m already getting help from Secret Saviours a product which can actually prevent stretch marks!
I already had stretch marks from my previous pregnancy and weight gains, but despite only using the Secret Saviours band and creams for a few short weeks, I haven’t developed many new stretch marks.
Now don’t get me wrong, let’s embrace the tiger stripes, our badge of Warrior, but it’s not always easy or wanted to ignore them. Sometimes we feel better about ourselves if we can prevent the obvious battle wounds.
As well as the specially formulated creams (day and night) you also get a belly band. This helps the cream really sink into your skin, but also provides an excellent extra support, especially helpful for those of us with large bumps or painful hips. The band has really provided a lot of support for myself lately, and I’ll be continuing to use it to aid recovery post birth too.
I’m going to concentrate on what an amazing thing my body has/is doing. Possibly clichéd, but seriously! I am growing a person. The second person it has grown. An actual human being. With a heart and brain and toes and arms…seriously!? It’s mind blowing stuff when you start to really think about it. Who cares if you’re flabbier than before when you have grown a person!
Secret Saviours just helps me with this, and feeling more confident in my own skin.
As well as trying to keep thoughts about what my body is capable of positive, I’m aware that there are other factors that may need to help in keeping this positive attitude.
Finding items in my wardrobe that will accentuate the parts of me that I like more, but not simply hiding under baggy tops. I mean winter is going to come with comfy hoodies, but as long as I’m embracing them for the season and not hiding in them feeling sad and frumpy.
So here is stage one of my body positive plans. Telling you all that I’m going to have a plan!
If anyone has any advice or can offer ideas to support this, or if anyone wants to join in and we can pledge to be happier and more positive together, please let me know!
Mrs H xxx
Disclosure – I’ve been sent a Secret Saviours kit to review, all thoughts and opinions (and pledges to be body positive!) are honest and my own