When I got offered a new job, I thought it’d be a nice idea to take some time off in between to transition. Working a mix of day and late night shifts is tiring and if I took the week off before it, I could re-train my body into getting into the ol’ 9-5.
Of course, this didn’t happen.
I’ve been trying my darndest to keep up with blogging regularly. So far I’ve managed three weekly posts in three weeks which, for me, is actually pretty productive. Not to mention my other attempts this year: whether it’s been my travels to Oslo or Berlin, a reaction to the treatment of zero hours workers or my most-read post to date, a reflection on figuring out the uncharted waters of pregnancy.
The online world seems so oversaturated with bloggers that it can feel a little daunting, or even intimidating, trying to get yourself heard. I first started blogging in 2009 (an actually-not-terrible account of my film and TV habits but with a fairly offensive colour scheme). Do I wish I’d kept it up way back? Well yeah, when you see what other people have achieved in less time. The platform was practically in its infancy back then and carving out a place might’ve been easier to do.
After a bad week and a good week I was a little worried how this one was going to go. I thought they might alternate and I’d have to ride this one out and wait for next Monday. As it turns out, it’s been a bit of a mixed bag. Like the preamble to bigger and more exciting things: necessary, full of potential but not quite there yet.
Although finding maternity skinny jeans was pretty exciting.
Looking back at last week, compared to the one before, I can’t believe the contrast. My first catchup post came off the back of a stressful week of shifts topped off with low moods and low energy. This past week has seen something of an upward swing: I don’t know if it’s because I made a subconscious effort to get back on the horse, or if it was a combination of dead good things. In any case I’m not questioning it.
I’ve never been the type to dread Mondays. Between film and TV work, customer service and bar work, I’ve mostly always worked weekends. I don’t so much embrace the new week as full on disco winch it. I still felt a bit queasy on Monday, and a slow night shift didn’t help matters, but by Tuesday it was all but gone. Tuesday was the first of my run of days off and I was starting to feel like myself. Unsurprisingly documented the matter through the medium of selfie (as is the way of the millennial). I’ve never gone out in public with a bare midriff before never mind put it on the internet, but sometimes you get to a stage where you just don’t give a shit.
Today marks the 22nd week of pregnancy and only about nine or ten weeks since I actually found out li’l bean was on his way. I feel like I’ve had a lot of catching up to do to make up for lost time: I’ve mentioned previously how overwhelming it was being launched into the end of the first trimester with little adjustment time. Since then though, we’ve had two scans (including the super-scary sounding anomaly scan) and numerous blood tests and everything looks- fingers crossed- like we’re all good to go.
As with most things (trying veganism, for example), I find it easy to keep track of progress ‘n things if I write it down. I feel like if I have a physical record of something, I’m accountable to it. I don’t know quite how many times I’ve rebooted My Fitness Pal for that very same reason. In order to try and cram as much missing information as possible, I scoured baby websites and apps and found a couple that were of use: namely the NHS’s Ready Steady Baby app, and the pregnancy tracker from Bounty.