Being Pregnant

Babies, bless their souls, have always given me the creeps -  but here’s hoping my own wont!!

Over the last 7 months me and Carl have been through, and are going through, an incredible journey.  We got married at Samlesbury Hall then found out over New Year that I was pregnant !

Pregnancy is a lot of things. It is the gift of life. It is a miracle. It is exciting…to create a life. To carry that life within your body for nine months is so clever, to nurture it, to feel it grow, to create another human being. It is incredible and I do feel so lucky when others are not as fortunate as me.

It is also horrifying, scary, dramatic and bizarre. Things happen… strange things, not nice things, things you don’t expect, things change colour, things drop, things no one warns you about.  If women were warned, the human race would not grow as quickly, I am sure !!!

On finding out I was pregnant, I vomited from excitement, then chocked on the tears. Hid under the duvet, told my new husband (and allowed him to go to the pub for the rest of the afternoon) so we could make sense of the news.  I made everyone promise not to say a word, fell asleep, everywhere, on everything and watched countless episodes of One Born Every Minute - and cried again, frightened to death and already deciding I could not do this !!

I thought of a cute way to announce to my 2143 friends on facebook (that I never talk to) that I was expecting - I said "Woohooo !!!"

After the second month I finally felt out of the woods, after feeling like I was on a boat that wouldn't’ stop rocking, (no one warned me about that).  I also thought "I can do this, lots of woman do this, I have to do this".  Irrational thoughts, and baby brain, start to kick in such as " If/when Carl has a bath, will it fall through the ceiling if he fills it with too much water ?"  So I tell Carl to only half fill the bath!! 

I also feel very overprotective of Bob, our three legged cat, maybe this is me practicing ?   I worry about the sheep being cold in the winter and wet in the rain.   Drivers not signaling anger me to a new level, I now beep, wave, signal and wildly throw my hands in the air to them in disgust. 

I am now in month 6 and baby Brown is kicking.  Gone are the, “ooo shes let herself go since the wedding" , "is she just really fat?” days… now it is obvious that I am having a baby. So what happens? I get annoyed when people mention it, and offended when they don’t. Baby’s kicks are getting harder now. I can no longer breathe easily because the baby is getting bigger. Sleep happens sometimes. Not all the time. And when it doesn't, I fill my long nights with anxiety and worry about everything from Bob the cat, to the sheep being cold on the hills... to finishing work to.......... CHILDBIRTH !!!

 

Hello....and welcome

A bit about me

 

My name is Marianne Brown.  My maiden name was Pujol, which originated from Spain, and was always a cool talking point, however when I married my childhood friend, we thought double barreling Brown-Pujol was more of a joke than a cool talking point !  I am 35 years old, happily married with our first child on the way, living in Lancashire with the hubby Carl and our cat Oscar and ¾ cat Bob, (our a three legged rescue cat).  I am a marketing assistant during the day and a pint puller in the evening at our fab local pub, the Robin Hood in Helmshore.

More about me:-

LOVES: Cake; animals (of land and sea); the outdoors (nature drives me nuts); festivals with my sister; gurning; sheep in a big way (bordering obsessive); books on serial killers; family meals; vivid dreams; Christmas; Will Ferrell; fancy dress;  Rocky Horror Picture Show; Stephen Dorff; The Robin Hood pub in Helmshore; garden centers; dancing (not in garden centers);  the elderly couple I visit, Rose and Peter; Come Dine events with my brilliant bonkers friends; and most recently aubergines... in a big way !

HATES: Sandals on men; the Dentist; Sandra Bullock; cold soup; people not signaling grrrrr,; pernod; chick flicks; fun runs  (I don’t see the fun in it); boy bands; Blackburn town centre; animal cruelty; Ugg boots; people that don’t dress up for fancy dress parties; mosquito bites (I hate the bite but enjoy the itch).

This week...... as well as work !!!

We have been participating in a few friendly Come Dine events with our neighbours, and our turn is coming round fast.  I created my tapas menu to suit two pregnant ladies, a meat eater, an elderly lady who struggles with her false teeth, and a fussy husband who won’t eat anything that swims, any meat on the bone or anything in a creamy sauce!  The secret is, translate the menu to Spanish, the guests don’t know what there eating and get what their given !!! Next task is to find entertainment, I quite like Keith Lemon’s games on Celebrity Juice where guests form two lines to snuff out candles, the fastest to snuff wins.  The fun being the snuffer is tied between the legs, hilarious!  Don’t think the elderly lady would be much cop at this game.

I’ve also been searching for the perfect toy for my nephew, Luke’s, 4^th birthday, and want it to be different.  A toy to be remembered, and more importantly, so he remembers me as the best auntie who got him the greatest toy !!!.   He loves Fireman Sam and fluffy bunny rabbits.  On my fluffy bunny search I came across http://www.roadkilltoys.com/ where the bunny is described as follows:-

“ The blood and guts and gore are made using the latest high-tech stuffing and plush, to give it quite a realistic squidgy effect. The body and head and legs are made from specially sourced plush material, that gives them that tactile quality of mangy fur. The body is partly stuffed with beads, to give it extra dead weight. And unlike real roadkill it’s something you’ll want to take home and arrange on your bed.”

Wow!!

Think we will stick with Fireman Sam, he’s only 4 after all !!

Now, back to my tapas menu....and making up some Spanish words.