Me, Being Mummy Blogmas Day 4: Going Out Out… With A Bump

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During my first pregnancy, I was 16 weeks pregnant at Christmas time. I had a teeny bump at that point, more of a thickening really. I was scared to even sneeze in case I hurt the baby and was catching 10+ hours of glorious sleep a night, whimsically unaware of what was to come, delighted in the fact that our planned venture into parenthood was happening the following spring.
This time around though, I am going to be just over 29 weeks pregnant. I feel like I look like a bloated sea lion…. possibly at some angles even like Ursula the sea witch. Plus, this time was completely unplanned so I have not mentally made the choice to give up the usual things you sacrifice during incubating an infant. Things like, oh I dunno… your body, sleep (albeit that’s been long gone for 18+ months by now), alcohol… brie.
Christmas parades in front of us pregnant women as a form of mocking torture. I seem to be surrounded by endless occasions and parties where everyone gets dressed up and indulges in drink after marvellous drink, drink I am badly in need of … because this time around I know exactly what I am letting myself in for and, as much as I am looking forward to meeting our second born, I am also petrified and very much in need of some dutch courage. Irony at its best!
The other evening, I went out for dinner with some old work friends. They had lovingly altered their plans from being just a cocktail evening to incorporating some form of dinner so that myself + bump could come along and join in before they ran off to their booked booth at a swanky cocktail bar… literally, they RAN… the side effect of motherhood is that when you get to go out out, you run to the bar… no messing!
I felt so jealous. I love these girls, they are gorgeous inside and out. But I was so green with envy of them as I watched them teeter off down the road in high heels. For one, they wore high heels! And glamorous outfits full of sparkle for Christmas time and had lovely slim figures that filled them to top all else off.  Ursula here was wearing her one trusty wrap around dress that she discovered in a charity shop two months ago*, complete with thick woolly tights and sensible brown flat boots. I felt frumpy and ridiculous yet thankful I hadn’t worn sparkle to continue the theme for the night as I would most definitely have resembled a christmas bauble!
They ordered drinks. Massive jugs of cocktails, one of them filled with my all time favourite of Long Island Iced Tea (SOB!) whilst I tried to show enthusiasm as I slugged down my pink strawberry daiquiri mocktail.
NOTE: All mocktails taste of fruit juice. They are coloured to look like cocktails but essentially, they all taste of a fruit juice mixed with lemonade. It’s like trying to eat a piece of fruit instead of chocolate for dessert… better than nothing yet still completely depressing and unsatisfying. Even the word Mocktail is being highlighted whilst I type this as being questionable for spell check… its not even a word nor possibly even a concept that is acknowledged in the world of vocabulary!
So, I dealt with my feelings by doing the only logical thing a pregnant woman can do. I ordered a burrito. It made sense to take solace in the fact that hey, I may not be able to drink delicious concoctions of tingle inducing alcohol, but I can indulge in some carb laden dish with melted cheese and pulled beef without any guilt or regret. Except, I did feel the latter as soon as I had finished because it became wedged somewhere around the baby and I became aware that the nearest I was going to get to a tingle for the evening was that of acute heart burn. Which I did… somewhere around 1am.
Walking around in town on a Saturday night after 8pm with a blossoming baby bump is an amusing experience as well. People part the ways for you… some in a very exaggerated fashion that leaves you wondering if you have farted and not known about it (very possible… subconscious flatulence is a common pregnancy side effect… I swear). At first I thought I was being paranoid but when a group of ladies chose to walk along the curb and risk oncoming traffic so that I could have the pavement to myself, I began to realise a recurring theme. Another small gathering who were smoking outside another bar briefly locked eye contact with me as I passed, which then quickly faltered onto my baby bump. Cue lots of flapping to get the smoke away from me and more dodging out of the way. All rather considerate really, but it just added to my feeling out of place on the night life scene. I felt like I should have been clanging a bell and yelling ‘Unclean!’ at one point. It was a relief to get to my friends and not be alone.
I was home by 10.30pm, paid my friend for babysitting and sat down on the sofa with a hot chocolate, a little more bloated and a little more sad than I was before I had left for the evening. To add insult to injury, my dear PB was out on a swanky work do where he and his co workers were also dressed up to the nines and drinking copious amounts of alcohol. And heaven knows they all deserve their time out, they all work hard and deserve to let their hair down more than anyone I know. But it just felt that little bit more like I was on my own, feeling frumpy and sad and as if I was missing out.
I know there will be a time where I can fit into a dress and feel confident again… it’s just the idea of all the hard work that lies before me to get there that is daunting (that includes pushing a baby out, recovering and then skipping burritos for the foreseeable future). I know there will be a time where I will be able to drink my own weight in cocktails if I want to… the irony is I won’t because the idea of coping as a mum with an enlarged liver and a dehydrated brain makes me recoil in horror and want to drink mineral water for the next 20 years. And I know that the majority of all of these thoughts and feelings are singular to myself and myself only, no doubt exacerbated by a hormonal surge brought on by the growth of the tiny little person who is happily residing in my tummy.
But, for now, I am grieving the times I used to be the pretty girl in the sparkly dress. I am missing my long island iced tea and the funny and tipsy chats I used to have from the inside of a group of girls as we teetered down the street in high heels. I could feel guilty for feeling this way, some would even think me ungrateful and irrational. But, I see it as being human. By no means am I saying that I don’t want to be pregnant or have this baby, I am merely acknowledging that the sacrifices we make to bear them can hit us smack in the face sometimes.
And this time, I felt it. Right between the eyes.
*I have nothing against said wrap dress being from a charity shop. Nor really even anything against said wrap dress as it is nice and comfy and relatively flattering to wear… for a sea lion of course. 

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  1. December 7, 2016 / 5:20 am

    I loved your line about people parting for you in an exaggerated fashion. I was a very large bumped pregnant lady and I remember this very unfondly! #FamilyFun

  2. December 7, 2016 / 6:08 am

    Oh I think we all know how you feel! We've not gone for baby 2 yet but I feel this way when going out with my old friends without the pregnancy!! Being a bit sleep deprived and a changed body and mind set means going out drinking is the last thing I often want to be doing!! Thanks for linking up to #familyfun

  3. December 7, 2016 / 12:37 pm

    Sweetie you look great. I know you dont feel great but you are rocking it. #familyfun

  4. December 7, 2016 / 2:17 pm

    All the things you miss will be so worth it when you finally see that little face looking up at you. And I agree, mocktails are mocking us, just call them fizzy fruit juice lol.

  5. December 7, 2016 / 2:54 pm

    Oh lovey I hear you. I was never actually pregnant at Christmas, well actually I was both times I just didn't know it, well the second one I had a suspicion. This is the first Christmas since 2013 that I haven't felt, ill, exhausted (well not from pregnancy anyway) or unable to drink or revel in nights our because I have a new baby. This year I have a 17 month old and a little over a 2 year old and I am now able to go on a mums night out or just a Christmas night out, in heels, with cocktails. Admittedly easy on the cocktails as parenting with toddlers is hell on earth but my point is I grieved there with you for the last 3 years but there is light at the end of the tunnel – like you say you will get that sparkly dress and heels back on in know time. Anyway I think you look gorgeous lovey! thanks for sharing at #familyfun xx

  6. December 8, 2016 / 2:15 am

    Lol! Bless you, I don't feel so alone in my thoughts now. It makes you feel like a runaway horse or something! Half expected them to start trying to herd me back to my car! Xxx

  7. December 8, 2016 / 2:19 am

    It's all adjustment isn't it? Sleep deprivation never helps with anything. And getting to know your body post baby is a long process too. The funny thing is, it is probably the last thing I would want to be doing usually, I think it's just because the decision is made for me by the pregnancy that makes it so Thank you so much, I really appreciate you stopping by to comment. See you next linky! xxx

  8. December 8, 2016 / 2:21 am

    Oh that's really sweet of you to say! I don't feel it but having others reassure me helps me start to get towards feeling it again so thank you very much for the much needed boost xxx

  9. December 8, 2016 / 2:23 am

    Squeee… I know, I can't wait to see his little face and lose myself in him a bit and forget all my worries and misgivings. They're always worth it aren't they? Haha! Mocktails are mocking yesss! Complete anti climax! Thank you for commenting xxx

  10. December 8, 2016 / 2:27 am

    Ahh, thank you so much. It's nice to be reassured and reminded that there is light at the end of the tunnel. And the tunnel is never as long as we think is it? I'm so glad you're able to start embracing nights out again! You're right to go easy on the cocktails… I can imagine dealing with toddlers on a hangover must be horrible! Thank you for commenting and for helping me feel better xxx

  11. December 12, 2016 / 3:56 am

    Oh man, I am feeling REALLY lucky right now. For the wino that I am and have been for the last 20+ years of my life, when I was pregs with my twins, I CRAVED strawberry lemonade. In a REALLY big way. So big that I was forever grateful that I didn't have gestational diabetes. I did miss my nightly Chardonnay, but DAMN that fruity drink did it for me. That craving did subside once I gave birth and I settled back in nicely to my wine habit. Loved being pregnant in a lot of ways, but Lord the gas was so unpleasant (to say the least). You are looking mah-velous, so strut your stuff, little mama! #FamilyFun

  12. December 14, 2016 / 1:22 am

    It's funny you say that because I've actually been really enjoying a cranberry lemonade from m&s recently…. certainly isn't wine butility it does go a little way to making me feel like I'm having a treat! Thank you so much,I shall try to strut rather than waddle as much as I can!haha! Xx

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