Monday, 5 August 2013

Titter Ye Not

Yes my little bosom buddies, I am now a qualified breastfeeding peer supporter! After three months training and learning the most incredible things about breastfeeding and milk production, I am ready to support a bevvy of new mums.

Now I'm pregnant with my third (nearly 22 weeks, where IS the time going!) I see breasts as "vessels of nutrition for babies" (I made that up myself, dead deep, me).

Forget Page 3. Forget FHM and Nuts. There is much more going on in the breasticle area my dears than sexual things, and it's mind boggling.

It's something I am hugely passionate about and am thrilled to have completed the training. I can now turn up at my allocated children and family centre, proudly donning an extremely unflattering hot pink t-shirt, an I.D. lanyard revealing quite possibly the worst photo of me EVER, a brooch pin featuring the logo from the breastfeeding organisation that endorses my support group and hopefully a mind full of all the support a new mum will need.

If anything, she will at least get a laugh because I currently look like Daffyd from Little Britain, squeezed into that pink t-shirt. My growing bump looks like it is either housing quadruplets or one unfeasibly giant baby (in either case, ouch!)

Anyway, fifteen of us graduated last week. We had a few bits and bobs to do, I crocheted a boob hat along with some of the other ladies (the plan was to throw them all at the end like one does at a proper graduation with their mortarboards), we put on a  lush spread and then the Mayor presented us with our certificates.

Both gagging to get cracking on the buffet, truth be known

We were each given a knitted breast for a prop

Modelling the boob hat (AKA bap bonnet)

15 of these were made! LOVE mine.
I've now made a mini one for my baby!
Will look funny when he/she wears it to feed.

In other news, my sister, husband and baby William came to stay for a few nights and it was so lovely.

We cooed over baby William. The Prince was besotted!

We marvelled at men in wetsuits as standard (ok, me more than her)

We are both hooked on this drink. LUSH!

We let William get some Vit D in our little garden
and enjoyed the scent of these beauties

We overdosed on Gavin and Stacey, as standard, and I was sad when she left. There are always tears as we are now three hours apart and find it heartbreaking. Missing her already :-(

The Princess has been loving wearing this cherry tree number which is originally Debenhams, but cost me £2. It looks so pretty on her and was such a bargain.

I also picked up this treasure from a garage sale today. A mere fiver! Originally from Hell Bunny, this rockabilly netted underskirt will have to wait until I've given birth and lost a bit of weight (five years down the line then) but I couldn't walk past and not buy it. It's pink, frothy, marshmallowy and just......well plain nuts really.

And finally, I had my 20 week scan last week. We never find out the sex of our babies, as love a surprise, but I am pleased to report all looks well.

Can't stop gazing at it with wonder.

Showing a bit of leg
 And amazement. I mean, it's practically a miracle and everything. The husband and I are ships passing so this baby was definitely meant to be.

I am feeling pretty tired at the moment but really well and enjoying this LAST pregnancy. Yes, my last......most definitely.