Friday, 12 January 2018

Gender reveals, belly photos and pregnancy massages

I'm aware I'm a bit late to the party, but 2018 is here which means I will be popping a baby out this year.

Holy moly.

Christmas and New Year absolutely wiped me out, we were so busy visiting family and friends we didn't have a single night where we just sat at home and lounged in front of the tv for over two weeks.

Peanut did pick up some lovely little presents over Christmas, though - not a bad haul for someone who isn't going to be making an appearance until the summer!

I was shattered when I went back to work and was really dreading going to London last weekend to see my uni girls. I was so, so excited to see them and catch up, but I was so worried I was going to be exhausted and unable to enjoy myself properly.

However, out of nowhere, I seem to have got this new wave of energy.

The spa day on Saturday most definitely help with that, I am sure.

I had the most amazing pregnant lady treatment - they started soaking my feet in rose water and did a foot scrub and moisturising treatment, then I had a back massage which was rather strange as I lay on my side with my leg cocked over some rolled up towels. I then had to roll onto my other side, for her to do the other half of my back, as I can no longer lay flat on my front. Then followed a neck and shoulder massage, as well as this strange yet satisfying thing she did to my head, a foot and lower leg massage, and a facial. I felt absolutely amazing afterwards. Although, I did try and stand up too quick so felt a bit light-headed!

I came back from London feeling refreshed, revitalised and reenergised. I think *touches wood* I might finally be entering into that period of pregnancy that everyone says they love.

I'm not struggling with sickness anymore, my appetite is back to normal, my food aversions have all gone, and I no longer feel like I could fall asleep standing up at any given opportunity.

I also now have quite the noticeable baby bump, which literally seems to have appeared out of nowhere the last week.

It's now rather round and a bit more obvious.

Liz and Hannah got me a 'baby on board' badge to wear on the tube around London. The idea is that people see it and let you sit down. In reality, it didn't quite work like that. However, I did point out I was wearing lots of layers, so just looked like a big eskimo lady, and the people sat down couldn't see the badge pinned to my coat as it was much higher than their eye line.

We are rapidly approaching the halfway point of this pregnancy now, which is a little bit scary. I have a feeling that the second half - bar the last couple of weeks - is going to by so quickly and I definitely don't feel ready quite yet for that.

The nursery, which started off as a nice blank canvas once the spare bed had gone, has turned into a dumping ground-come-washing room.

We have barely bought anything yet for the baby, just a few vests when they were on offer at Tesco and M&S and a crib which had lots of money off in the Boxing Day sales.

On Wednesday, we have our next scan so will be given the chance to find out whether we are having a boy or a girl. We both said, pretty much straight away, that we would find out.

While I love the idea of keeping it a surprise until it is born, and wish I could wait that long to find out, the temptation to know now is too much. To know I could be told there and then, and not find out, is too much.

It's one of the first questions people asked me, too, when I said I was pregnant: "Are you going to find out if it's a boy or a girl?"

So many people have been quick to judge my response, which I suppose just gears me up for what motherhood is going to be like with people judging everything you do...!

Most people have said it's lovely to find out and get prepared, but some people have simply just asked me "why do you want to know?" They've said it'll ruin the surprise, but I don't really look at it like that.

It's still going to be a surprise for us whether we find out now or in another 20 weeks.

A lot of people I know who are also pregnant are keeping it a surprise until they give birth, and I am so admirable of their willpower to do so. I can't imagine people would turn around to them and asked why they don't want to find out now and why they don't want to get organised or prepared. It's every couple's personal preference, and everyone is different.

So we will be finding out whether our little peanut is going to be baby girl Kershaw or baby boy Kershaw. And I can't wait!

I love the idea of doing a big gender reveal, so having the sonographer write the gender in a sealed envelope and us give it to a balloon maker or a cake maker for us to do a reveal for us with our family and friends. Tom, however, is not so keen on that idea. He wants to know there and then, and says he couldn't possibly wait from the Wednesday until the weekend... So that idea is off the table!

We both have the following week off work, as it's Tom's birthday, so we are hoping to start planning the nursery out then. It's going to be grey and white, regardless of what sex the baby is, but with little splashes of either pink or blue. Maybe the odd cushion, blanket or rug.

That's about where we are at at the moment.

I've started feeling the flutters from peanut wriggling around now. After seeing how much of a wriggler he/she was when we had our first scan, I am sure I'll know about it in the next week fews when the kicks start.

I'm super excited to see it again on Wednesday and see how much it has grown/developed since November, and of course finally be able to stop referring to "it".

Keep your eyes peeled for the 'big reveal' next week! For now, here's a peek at my ever-growing gut.

Avert your eyes if you're easily offended.

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Monday, 18 December 2017

Looking back on 2017

This year has just been the most amazing year.

When I am old and grey, I will look back on 2017 as one of the best years of my life; I am sure of it.

It's just been full of the most beautiful and amazing memories, good news and amazing opportunities for not just Tom and me, but our closest family and friends too.

Of course, as well as Tom and I getting married, we watched our best friends and favourite couple - Soph and Paul - get married too.

My brother got engaged, Tom's sister got engaged, and it was happy times for more of our best friends as Hattie and Jamie got engaged.

This year has just been the year of the celebration. It's no wonder there are talks of a prosecco shortage making Mail Online!

I decided to take a look back at some of my 2017 highlights, with some of the best people in the whole, wide world.

My hen party started it all off, back in March, and was just a laugh a minute from start to finish. I couldn't be more thankful for the gorgeous group of girls that I have in my life who helped me celebrate becoming a Mrs in style on the wet weekend in Holmfirth.

Then, of course, there was our wedding which was just amazing. I will cherish the memories from that day forever. We are so incredibly lucky to be surrounded by such supportive and loving friends and family who helped make our wedding day perfect in every single way.

Fresh from our nuptials, Tom and I headed to Northumberland. We spent the most gorgeous week tucked away in a little cottage on the coast where we ate lots of food, watched all the Harry Potter films, played chess, and drank lots of wine.

It was then time to turn our attention to another big day - that of my number one girl and best friend. Her hen party! We headed to a spa in the Dales and had the most fun weekend ever. I've never felt so pampered, and so drunk, all at the same time. We made so many memories that weekend that I will treasure forever.

A few weeks later and there was another celebration in the form of Jack and Amy's engagement party! They got engaged in Mexico about a month after our wedding. It really was the Mexico Dream after all!

Literally, the next day, we were at Selby Abbey celebrating our lovely neighbours getting married. James and Chloe have been planning their wedding pretty much the same amount of time as us, so it was lovely to share their day with them and see all their plans come together.

August was the turn of Mr and Mrs Duck. The most perfectly gorgeous day which was full of smiles from the second we opened our eyes that morning. Soph looked like an absolute angel and was the most beautiful bride I have ever laid eyes on. So effortlessly beautiful and just the happiest, most lovely couple ever. I still get emotional thinking back on the day now!

With Soph and Paul safely back from their honeymoon, we headed off on ours. Dubai and Seychelles were just the two most amazing places. We had the best time ever, saw some of the most beautiful, most amazing places on this earth, and made enough memories to last a lifetime.

As if that wasn't enough excitement, two days after getting back from honeymoon we found out we were pregnant. A little baby Kershaw is on the way!

Not quite content with that being it for celebrations and excitement for one year, we've still got so much to look forward to in the shape of Christmas.

Jack's fiancee, Lauren, is flying over from the States for Christmas and New Year, we're having a huge family Christmas Day with my family and Tom's all coming together to celebrate, and we're in the process of planning a lovely New Year with our best friends and fellow newlyweds Mr and Mrs Duck.

2017 has been amazing for Tom and I, and our closest family and friends. It's been full of love, laughter, and dreams coming true for so many people that we love and hold dearly. We can't wait to see what 2018 brings, with baby Kershaw's arrival being just one of the highlight on our calendar already.

2018 has got a lot to live up to, but I am pretty sure it will be just as amazing, if not even better.

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Friday, 15 December 2017

Learning to love my belly

Having a rounded belly is not something I feel totally comfortable, or confident, with.

I've always been conscious about my weight. I remember when I was at school swapping breakfast for a Nutri Grain bar because I thought it was "healthier".

However, now, I am starting to fall a bit in love with my belly - something I never thought I would say. I love whacking it out on a night and just looking at it and touching it. It's so hard when I poke it, which is really weird because it looks like it would be really wobbly!

Don't get me wrong, there are days when I do just feel fat. There are days when I am massively struggling to get to grips with the fact my body is changing at a rapid rate every single day and there's not a thing I can do about it.

There are days when I feel insecure about my 'bump' and already look forward to shedding the pounds once babba is here.

But, then I remember, I am growing a person. The human body is absolutely incredible to be able to reproduce actual, living people. It's crazy to think there is a teeny, tiny person in my belly right now - breathing and wriggling away. It's beyond belief.

So, when I do feel insecure about my body changing, I remind myself of that fact.

I'm starting to get a bit of a bump now too, so hopefully it will become obvious to strangers soon that I am pregnant and not just enjoying all the Christmas food that is out there (which I obvs am as well!)

Then again, who gives a shit what strangers think? Or anyone else for that matter?

I always stressed that I didn't want to pile on the pounds while I was pregnant and would do my best to stay healthy and eat healthy. But my body has had different ideas.

My insane aversions to fruit and vegetables has made maintaining any sort of healthy diet impossible. And the sickness I suffered with in the first trimester meant when I could eat, I would just eat what I fancied/could.

So what if I am a few stone heavier by the time June rolls around?

Everyone is different and the worst thing I have found I can do is compare myself to others. There are those lucky ladies who barely put on a pound during pregnancy and look so petite, neat and like they've just bad a big meal.

I'm going to be like Kim K during her pregnancy with North - like a big, swollen ball (minus the Mrs Doubtfire dress!)

If I am, I will deal with that once I know that the baby I've been cooking for nine months is happy and healthy. Because, at the end of the day, all that matters is baby Kershaw is okay!

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