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2 Years

Almost 2 years ago I was very heavily pregnant and approaching my due date of the 16th December. It had snowed heavily and I was stuck indoors…bored! I didn’t mind too much though as it meant I could just sleep all day and at that stage in my pregnancy I was either completely tired all the time or wondering where my next lamb chop was going to come from. Even in the heavy snow. Lamp chops were my obsessive craving.

Thankfully this mental craving only lasted the duration of my pregnancy, after which I quickly went back to hating all fatty things and spending ages cutting it off any meat I touch.

Almost two years on I have a toddler that hates lamb. He doesn’t like the chewy texture and will chew for a while and then try to spit it back out again, much preferring chicken. Cottage Pie is a firm favourite though…on the days where he is in the mood to eat. One must be in the mood. And one mustn’t let food get in the way of playing.

Two years on we have a toddler that has changed our lives forever and continues to do so every day. The little whirlwind that doesn’t stop and who, over the last month, has taken to dancing to every tune that comes on TV. Not just bum wiggling but even groovy hand moves. Straight out of the 70’s. And everyone must join in!

Two years ago today I didn’t know whether we were having a boy or a girl. My instincts told me it was a boy but I couldn’t picture what he looked like. At this stage we hadn’t even chosen a name for him/her. We always meant to sit down and look through name books but I don’t remember touching a single one. We just rattled off names we liked and 100% were ruled out. It had to be right. We hadn’t found the right one. It took us until he was a day old to finally seriously start looking. In the end, naming him wasn’t that hard. And so he was named Little Z.

Two years ago I had no clue of even how to hold a baby. Before I had little Z I would only hold a newborn for about a minute if I was lucky before they started crying. I really only liked “solid” babies. You know, the one that could sit up and giggle. Then I could entertain for hours!

Two years ago I had no idea what it was like to have a baby in your life.

Two years on we have a little boy with his own personality. I can see my stubbornness in him. I slightly dread the teen years and hope he is a better teen than I was. I can see the OH’s slim build in him ( that will always be there no matter how many pizzas we try to feed him!) and a love of sport. I can picture us freezing at the side of the football pitch watching him run after the ball constantly. Even if he’s not meant to.

I remember when Little Z turned one and there was a big part of me that was very sad about it. He was growing up and it felt like those first months had gone by too quickly and that I’d never get them back. This last year has been SO much fun though. This last year was the year he grew into a little boy. The year he’s given us an insight into who he is as a little person and just that is a world of discovery in itself. Things he likes, things he doesn’t like, the things he says, the things he finds awesome and the way he makes the tiniest thing the centre of the universe for a while.

2 Years Old

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This Time Last Year

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.