Forgive me internet, for I have sinned. It’s been nearly a month since my last pregnancy update. It seems like such a long time putting it that way- like, I’m nearly a whole month more pregnant. In my defence, I’ve been busy preparing for actually being a parent. This month has seen antenatal classes, birth plans, hospital bags, maternity meetings and baby showers. All things that make impending parenthood seem very, very real indeed.
Since crashing into my third trimester, I’ve actually started to feel… well, pregnant. It sounds stupid, I know- like I haven’t known I am the whole time. I just feel like there’s been a marked change in how I look and feel. The last couple of weeks have seen some particularly significant growth. When I look down, my feet have all but disappeared. In the last two weeks alone my bump seems to have grown significantly. Even Ally commented that it looked like it had grown in the last week- and he’s the last person who’d think to make a comment on my size (for his own wellbeing and, well, because he’s not a tool).
He has a point though.
As I mentioned last time, I’ve been having a bit of an identity crisis and I’m still not sure if the catalyst was a blogging crisis or a personal one. Blog topics are an easier one to change up though, so I thought I’d start with that and see where it took me. My prior blogging incarnations were film-based and, encouraged by joining in Twitter chats run by A Film Club, it seemed like a natural progression for me. It’s definitely one topic I feel comfortable writing about: not a new direction but a challenging one. The only problem was where to start!
Now that we’re officially into October, I’ve started feeling festive. The last few days have seen a definite turn in the air. If you go a walk at the right time (and provided it’s dry) there’s a definite glow you just don’t get any other time of year. With the nights fair drawin’ in (as yer granny might say), what better time to draw the curtains, coorie in and get into the Hallowe’en spirit with some horror?
If only it could be more like a Pusheen autumn. I can dig scarves and conkers and sepia.
We’re now a week into autumn and the season feels like it’s still struggling to fit into itself. It’s that awkward transitional stage where the last of the sun makes surprise appearances (mostly while driving), it can be surprisingly warm but just when you think you’re in the clear, you get caught in the rain three times in one day.
Much like the Scottish autumnal weather, I’ve been having a personality crisis.
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.