Work colleague 1 (female): “SO ARE YOU PREGNANT???!?” (very loudly, in the middle of our shared kitchen, 2 weeks before I had even told my boss)
Work colleague 2 (female): “I knew you were pregnant when I saw you from behind because you are… wider!”
Work colleague 3 (male): “I knew you were pregnant before you said anything because you know… massive boobs!”
Work colleague 3 (male): “How long will you be with us for?” Because I’d clearly leave work and become a stay at home mum after having a baby. (Nothing wrong with staying at home with kids obviously, only with the assumption that this will definitely be the case.)
Work colleague 4 (male): “So when are you going to POP??!?”
Work colleague 5 (male): “Don’t worry about working so close to your due date, I’m sure the baby will be late as all people from [insert Southern European country I’m originally from] are always late!”
More than one work colleagues: “Are you SURE you’re not having twins??”
I could go on. What suddenly dawned on me while writing this is that, when put together, these seemingly innocuous comments clearly show the level of entitlement people have to observe and comment on women’s bodies, especially when pregnant. I mean, I had no idea these people that I bump into every day and chat over a cup of tea in the kitchen even looked at my boobs and waist size?! And even though I was fully aware of attitudes towards pregnant women and I got annoyed with each individual comment at the time, looking at these comments together somehow makes it so much more obvious.
So next time you see a pregnant woman, please kindly STFU. x
A few days ago, we visited the Woodberry Woodlands in Stoke Newington. Embarrassingly, I had no idea this place existed! The whole thing is pretty surreal, and the juxtaposition of natural surfaces and nearby high-rise construction sites (that don’t even look like they are in London) is just something out-of-this-world. You just can’t believe this is N16. We walked by the reedbeds and took out the Little One to show her the pond and the birds. The path was a bit too rough for the buggy so she had to be carried for part of it.
We ended up at the cafe, which I thought was really lovely. BF wouldn’t shut up about ‘how Stoke Newington’ the place was whilst I was really enjoying a delicious fennel-based salad and admiring the duck egg blue Ercol chairs.
We also saw a couple of coots taking care of their babies in their nest on our way out.
Today has been the most difficult day since the Little One was born. For no particular reason. Just likethat. The funny thing is that I’ve met other mums who I reckon they think I have my shit together. And I do most of the time, but not always.
But it will be ok in the end.
P.S. Writing this with Little One falling asleep on my breast.
I just found out that today is the first day of spring, so a good occasion to kickstart the blog. I didn’t use to be a big fan of spring growing up, but I guess people tend to mellow as they get older… 😉
We spent the weekend decluttering and selling furniture on Gumtree. We are getting rid of our home office furniture, which wasn’t used frequently anyway, to make space for the nursery. I also did a proper KonMari-inspired post-pregnancy spring clean of my wardrobe that was truly therapeutic, but this will be the focus of an entire new post! We still managed to go for a quick morning walk around Dalston and by the canal on Saturday, however, where I took photos of these gorgeous trees in our neighbourhood. #treegoals
I feel a little unprepared for spring to be honest but after a difficult summer and dark winter of complete sleep deprivation, utter exhaustion and endless to-do lists, as things have started to settle down a bit 5 months post-birth and I’m feeling a bit more like myself again, blossomed trees and longer days are very much welcome.