I think us women are prone to giving ourselves a hard time.
Weight is a big issue for a large percentage of the ladies I know. Many of us are constantly on a diet, watching our weight, signing up to gym memberships and chasing the ‘perfect body’.
Pregnancy the second time around is a whole different experience. I do not know how people do it three, four, five times! Maybe it’s the sheer fatigue taking over but I cannot imagine having more than two children!
My three year old feels increasingly challenging at the moment. I’m sure he senses that I don’t have much energy so is running rings around me! I feel guilty that I don’t have the energy to do more activities with him at home or take him out more but I am trying my best. It won’t be forever.
On Sunday 14th August 2016, I married the love of my life and became Mrs Skarratt. We got married at The Inn on the Lake on Lake Ullswater, Glenridding which is in the beautiful lake district. As with most good things in life, the day was certainly worth the wait, just like those who took the plunge before me told me it would be. I’m happy to say none of my many wedding nightmares came true!
Wow six years since our first date. How time flies. Just when maybe a small part of me had given up in my search for true love, you came along and proved to me that good guys do still exist.
Our first date was perfect. We’d held a flirtation at work, at a distance for some months by this time. I thought it would only ever be a little crush with you being five years younger than me. I couldn’t possibly date somebody so much younger than me right?
Happy Birthday Daddy. I hope that wherever you are you will be having a good knees up today.
I was actually due on your birthday and I arrived into the world exactly a week late. Mum told me how you rocked me and sung to me for hours after I was born and said I was the best birthday present you’d ever had. We’d always get so excited in the run up to our birthdays and loved celebrating them together.
This story is continued from my last post, The Trauma of a Difficult Birth.
I stayed in hospital for four days after Thomas was born. Much of it was a blur, I was tired and ill. I remember the feelings of joy, pride and disbelief mixed in with the fear and pain. I couldn’t believe my beautiful baby was finally here, he was all mine and I was responsible for looking after him. People talk about the intense you feel for your baby instantly, nothing could have prepared me for the intensity of love I felt surge through my body.
In this post I open up about the trauma of a difficult birth. If you are squeamish it probably isn’t one for you…
I had a wonderful pregnancy; very little morning sickness and I didn’t put much extra weight on. The only thing I struggled with was pelvic pains towards the end as my bump was so huge and swollen feet and ankles (or cankles!). People commented on how I was glowing and I did feel on top of the world for most of it. It really is a miracle to feel your baby growing inside you.