A day in the life · Breastfeeding · Literature · Parenting

All the blogposts I write in my head…

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BF asked me how my blog is going the other day. We were all in the bathroom. He had just given the Little One a bath, and was now trying to help her brush her teeth, whilst I was in the loo hoping the toilet flush would work this time, and simultaneously checking work emails on my phone and trying to follow what he was saying about when the builders were coming to fix our mouldy kitchen. I didn’t respond — just smirked.

This is what life has been like this September. Just trying to stay afloat. Work has been and will be crazy, the house is collapsing because of building works and piles of laundry left untouched for weeks. In the meantime, I keep writing posts in my head, on the tube, during dull meetings, while breastfeeding Little One to sleep. Not sure when I’ll find the time to actually write them down. I’m worried about all these fleeting thoughts during our first year with the Little One. I need to find the time to write them down.

There are three moments I treasure during the day:

A hot cup of black tea first thing in the morning. During pregnancy it wasn’t black and for the first few months of the Little One’s life if was never hot. I can now have it again and it makes me wonder how I managed to function without it for such a long time.

Stealing some time to read something non work related on the tube or the bus. I’m reading Hollie McNish’s Nobody Told Me. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve read in a while. Pretty much the only book about pregnancy, birth and parenthood one needs to read. BF said he’ll read it when I’m done.

Cuddling and nursing the Little One, especially at night. She’s with my Mum or BF for most of the day. But at night it’s just me and her. Even if she is the only one ‘breastsleeping’, as I usually stay awake looking at her, and hearing her breath, and smelling her baby smell until the small hours.

I have to work this Saturday. But tomorrow I’ll get to spend the whole day with the Little One and maybe fold some laundry.

All is good, I’m grateful for all we have and for the fact that we somehow manage to stay afloat. Just about.

 

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A day in the life · Feminism · Pregnancy

Rude things people say to you when you are pregnant

Cross-posted from mumsnet

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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┬áinnocuous 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