Rory Star Changed My Life

I’m sorry. I’ve neglected you. I’m a bad blogger. A  terrible person. I hang my head in shame. I grovel at your feet. Do you forgive me? Well you’d better cos I’m sick of grovelling already.

So it’s been a couple of months. I’m now 17 weeks pregnant. Into the second trimester. Over the nausea and most of the unpleasantness. Huzzah! And we saw the baby! In a quick scan. Whom we have nicknamed Piglet. Piglet is now about 17cm long. And I can feel him/her moving a bit. Not much, and usually only when I’m lying still in bed. My boobs are sore still. I’ve gone up two cup sizes. If they get any bigger I’ll have to buy a wheelbarrow to push them around in.

I’ve put on lots of weight My diet is atrocious. I’ve basically done zero exercise since becoming preggers. And despite Zane’s constant nagging I don’t eat much fruit or veg. Basically my diet is 99% carbs and fat. Oh the shame! I’m a terrible mother already. But I am trying harder now. And I don’t drink or smoke or take drugs! That’s a plus right? I walk 20mins a day to and from the car and when I’m feeling energised enough (which admittedly is rare) I try to do 10-15 mins on the exercise bike. And I am forcing myself to eat some fruit and veg. Don’t crucify me!

I am starting to show but being a larger lady I basically just look fatter. I can’t wait until I’m obviously pregnant. Then I will feel better about myself.

Nothing much else to say except yes I’m still around and everything is fine. Hopefully by keeping this blog I will be more motivated to eat better and exercise a little!