Monthly Archives: November 2010

Snow trials

This was the view from my bedroom for the third day running today:

Snowed in?

My husband had parked up on the main road and sent me a text when he got to work warning me to stay inside, where it was safe. But the thought of working from home for a second day, worrying about the cost of keeping the heating on, or my health if I didn’t, wasn’t pleasant. I saw an awful (but quite funny) clip on BBC of a little old lady getting flattened by a snowdrift falling off a roof and decided, at 6 months pregnant, I was just as vulnerable. It wasn’t worth the risk.

Half an hour later, stircrazy, I decided it was. Using a golf umbrella for support I gingerly made my way up the drive. I opened the car door, sending a cascade of snow onto the driver’s seat, turned on the engine, pumped up the fans, pressed the button to heat the back window then, slowly and carefully, used the brolly to sweep the 12 inches (honest) of snow off the roof, windscreen and sides. Then I scraped away the ice, taking care to hang on to the wing mirrors and not reach too far. Eventually I got in. It took me precisely four minutes longer than usual to get to my office. What a bloody fuss about nothing.



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Being thankful on Thanksgiving (even tho I’m British)

I just read a lovely blog post here written by a woman who has moved from London to New York and who’s celebrating her first Thanksgiving. She said: “Taking time to really appreciate what you have is something I certainly feel I benefit from.” I totally agree. So here are some things I’m thankful for:

  • A healthy pregnancy
  • My husband (in general)
  • My husband’s boss, who’s recognised Rod’s 15 months of hard slog commuting to Edinburgh and working 11 hours a day, 6 days a week, by promoting him and letting him be based in Glasgow.
  • My great circle of family and friends who always support me

I don’t take any of that for granted, but today, especially, I appreciate them all.

What are you thankful for?

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Feeling grumpy, but I think I know why

I’ve been feeling out of sorts lately to the point where I’m annoying myself.

On Monday I got up at 6am, powered through my to-do list and even some of my one-day-I’ll-get-round-to-it list, but I still felt I hadn’t done enough. On Tuesday I decided to work from home so I could have a slower day, but I ended up feeling restless, guilty and bored.

Over the two days I ate a huge amount of crap – thanks to my friend Stuart who brought round giant chocolate chip cookies (they’ve gone), my husband who bought Kettle Chips (not even a crumb remains) and my determination to find and demolish every scrap of sugar in the house.

Today, having given myself a stern talking-to, I allowed myself a half-hour browse round the shops after my morning meetings. I bought myself this dress cos it actually made my bump look cute. So now I can’t eat any more crap cos it’s a size 12 and I’ll end up bursting out of it.

The pockets look like a heart over my bump!

But I think I’ve realised why I’ve been grumpy and antsy and generally dissatisfied with everything except chocolate lately… It’s just a theory, so let me know what you think. I’m entering my third trimester.


On Friday I’ll be 24 weeks, which apparently is when it stops being a foetus and starts being a viable human life. My wee small bump, of which I’ve been so proud, especially when the nail technician paraded me round the whole salon demanding everyone look at me cos she couldn’t believe I was nearly 6 months pregnant, is growing. Fast. Seriously – NOTHING fits any more. I am kidding myself with a black pencil skirt, the waistband of my leggings and tights hovers dangerously near the top of my legs and people are actually having the courage to say to me “so when are you due?” in public places.

So I guess I’m into my final three months and all the joy of nighttime toilet visits, backache and swollen ankles. But you know what? Now that I know that’s what’s up with me, I’m OK with it. I’m actually quite looking forward to being properly pregnant. And at the end of only 16 weeks I will have made a little person – and I cannot WAIT to meet him or her!

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The work-bump balance

My "professional" image

My professional image was one of the little things I worried about in the early stages of pregnancy. I only started my business in February of this year and I’d spent months networking my socks off, paying into the Favour Bank, winning clients and building myself a good reputation. How was my pregnancy going to affect all that?

It may be the 21st century, but I’m not so naive as to think we’ve achieved equality between the sexes in all areas. There was also the practical consideration: if I was out of the loop for a few months after I gave birth, who’d be growing the business?

I am delighted, however, to report how positive everyone has been.

My clients, god bless them, were all really pleased for me. None of them asked about maternity cover, which I expected, despite my detailed contingency plan. In fact, in many cases, it’s given our working relationship an extra dimension. With one client I sit and chat about his son for ages before catching up with what’s happening workwise; another has sent me a couple of links to Mothercare products his wife found useful.

I don’t know if it’s just human nature to treat a pregnant woman with a little more care, if it’s as simple as discovering a common interest or if I’ve just been very lucky with my great clients… But I have been very pleasantly surprised!

I’d be very interested to know if other pregnant women have had similarly positive experiences?


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Swimming in the reefs made me feel much better!

I’ve been told that the main reason you’re advised to avoid shellfish/blue cheese/paté when you’re pregnant is to reduce the risk of food poisoning.

If this is true, I’m wondering why my husband and I thought a holiday in Egypt was a good idea. I’ve yet to meet someone who’s visited this fascinating country without the post script that they spent half the time in the toilet.

We went to Sharm El Sheikh, to a five star hotel and believed the travel agent when she said I’d be absolutely fine. I was not.

We arrived in the early evening and enjoyed a fabulous meal. We got up early and lay for a blissful day on the beach, returning for lunch and carefully washing our hands, avoiding the peeled fruit and insisting on no ice in our drinks. After dinner I felt like I had indigestion (nothing unusual) but we went to bed relaxed and happy.

At 1am I had to bolt to the bathroom. I think I was a child the last time I was that violently ill.

All day I lay in bed feeling enormous sympathy for the Haitians affected by the cholera epidemic. I drank dioralyte and as much water as I could, worried all the time that I was dehydrated and making my poor wee baby suffer. After 24 hours of crippling cramps, I was absolutely delighted to feel the familiar nudge of the wee one – as if it was saying, “It’s OK mummy, I’m fine and you will be too!”

I called my GP friend, who reassured me junior was cosy in his/her amniotic sac and probably completely unaware. She did remind me to drink lots of water and canned fizzy drinks (to replace sugars) and to stick to rice, pasta, chicken and other easily digestible foods.

Unfortunately Rod got the bug too, so we decided to play it safe and call the doctor. He checked our blood pressure and temperatures, which were fine, and prescribed three sets of pills for Rod and just the one set for me, as my pregnancy meant I couldn’t have the antibiotics. They seemed to do the trick.

We didn’t let it ruin our holiday. In fact, it was maybe nature’s (admittedly extreme) way of telling us to slow down, sleep lots, drink tonnes of water and, in Rod’s case, lay off the booze. It’s the only holiday we’ve ever had where we’ve come back lighter!

It’s also made me realise how important my personal health is during this pregancy. I’ve started taking multivitamins, I’m swimming regularly and I’m trying to remind myself that it’s OK to just sit. I have to say I’m feeling great now – long may it continue!

We couldn't find Nemo


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