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 of last week, I am officially in my third trimester. That means the final hurdle. In less than three months, we will have a real live little baby boy child to take care of FOREVER. Do you know how long three months is? IT’S NOTHING. NOTHING. Impending babydom is approaching fast and me/us time is definitely numbered. Subconsciously I think I’ve been trying to cram in as much as I can, and unfortunately my poor blog’s taken the hit. View Post
Last Thursday was the 1st of September, which heralded the start of autumn. Well, the meteorological start of autumn anyway. It might still be warm outside but the signs are telling me that my favourite season is upon us.
So why then has it felt like such a slog?
As much as I love autumn there’s always a strange tinge of sadness in the air. Maybe sadness isn’t the word, but there’s a weird melancholy that sweeps in and makes me feel a li’l more reflective than usual.
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.