Back to the Start

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I’ve decided to regurgitate the past and put some of my old posts up here. This is the first one I ever wrote, in March 2011. Some of it’s even quite read-able!

I’ve been meaning to start a blog for ages, initially because my favourite subject has always been myself, but then when I multiplied it became all about someone else, my son, Sonny. Actually things are mostly all about him now but as he is basically me, or my extension, then it’s sort of like talking about myself anyway. And since we had Sonny, nearly 7 months ago, and got engaged the other day (that day being Ed’s birthday which will forever be the anniversary of our engagement) I’ve got a lot more to talk about, so I’m going to give it a go. Someone might even read it!
I think I’m going to go right back to December 2009 and do a recap of what happened on the day I woke up with a belly ache. I’d hated Ed for precisely 6 weeks, and was something like 2 weeks late. I didn’t tie the 2 together though. Nor could I work out what Ed had done, only that whatever he did was so caustically irritating that every time he spoke I wanted to rip my ears of and throw them at him.

‘Morning’ he’d said, on this particular morning.
‘Why are you saying it like that?’ I said.
‘Like what?’
‘You’re so self righteous! It’s not what you’re saying, it’s the way you’re saying it’.
‘But I just said good morning’ he said, clearly confused, because he was stupid. I’d got dressed and he’d taken me to work. I might have given him a kiss goodbye, or poured boiling hot tar in his lap, I can’t remember, but I do remember feeling a bit sick and not wanting anything to eat, which basically never happens. But I still didn’t twig.

Later in the day I was sick twice, and then ate a lot of white bread. Convinced I’d picked up a bug, I went home early, shouted at Ed a bit and then went to sleep.

The next day was no better; I woke up and ate some white bread, brought it back up and decided enough was enough and I DEFINITELY had a bug and would need some drugs. I called in sick and put some clothes on. Ed came in the room.

‘Where are you going?’ he said
‘Oh it’s all about you isn’t it’ I replied, ‘YOU want to know where I am going so YOU know how long you’ve got before I come back’. This seemed a reasonable statement, to me, but Ed walked away.
‘Go on, off you go, you don’t care about me!!’ I’d screamed, probably, at his poor flummoxing body as he flummoxed (is it possible to flummox?) back to the kitchen’. I walked out of the flat and slammed the door as hard as I could.

Then I popped to Benests (that’s the shop, if you don’t live in Jersey. It sells, amongst other things, pepto bismal, which was what I was after).

Whilst there, I had a conversation with my brain. It went something like this:
Brain: Do you know, you’re about 17 days late now for your period.
Me: Ah yes. Do you know which aisle the pepto bismal is kept in?
Brain: I think I am going to make your feet walk in another direction. Don’t fight the feet. They are going to the pharmacy. We are going to get a pregnancy test.
Me: Ok, no harm in that. May as well rule it out I guess. Can we get some white bread too though? It’s all I seem to fancy, when I’m not feeling nauseas. Which is basically all the time. That’s a bit strange isn’t it, feeling sick all the time. I thought bugs only lasted a couple of days, but I’ve been feeling like this for 2 weeks. Maybe I’ve got multi-bugs? Or like a massive, mutant bug?
Brain: stop thinking. Just walk.

I’d managed to get home safely and was downing pepto bismal whilst I waited for the pregnancy test to register negative. But that’s the funny thing you see. Instead of a straight line, there was a cross. And then my body did that thing where shock takes over and you basically have no control of yourself. I sort of slumped down until I sat on the floor, holding the stick and staring at it, waiting for it to go back to a line. Although I held off as long as possible, I eventually had to let reality permeate, and it did, and then the shock moved up from my body and into my mind, and I thought, ‘oh fuuuuu’.

A problem shared is a problem halved they say, and with that in mind I legged it to find Ed. He was doing something annoying, like washing up or breathing in and out, and I sort of threw myself on him in a very dramatic style, and said ‘I’m pregnant!’

And then it all became extremely real. So I burst into tears and cried hard for a while. Then we sat down and tried to work out how we could afford a baby. We concluded quickly that we couldn’t, no way, totally impossible. Then we thought of names. Then Ed ran me a bath and I sat in it whilst he called his cousin, and his sister, who both cried a bit, so I cried into the bath too. Then I realised that actually, Ed is quite nice and hadn’t done anything wrong for 6 uninterrupted weeks, and instead it was probably a poisonous mix of my hormones and a simmering bad temper.

Me and Ed, pre-Sonny. What did we used to talk about??

Anyway here we are, some 17 months later. Quite a bit has happened since then, and I plan to document it. If nobody reads it, at least I can show my offspring in years to come that I loved them that much that I spewed my emotional guts up to the online world in 5 minute emotional outbursts. Any parent will get that. Feel free to comment of course.

Love Kelly. xx



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Post Author: Kelly

I'm Kelly and I like sleeping, lying down, resting relaxing and reclining. Sadly I don't indulge in most of these cherished past times anymore because they have been replaced with the domestic chaos that comes with having a 3 year old boy, a husband with the mind of a 3 year old boy, and a baby bump due for arrival this November. I feel guilty a lot about more or less every parenting decision I take, and find that blogging about the guilt can often help you realise that, although you haven't managed to get even one carrot into you child's mouth in 3 years of trying, you are usually doing your best for your kids. Share my guilt! Read my posts! Thank you, Kelly. x

1 thought on “Back to the Start

    mumontherock

    (August 6, 2012 - 7:28 pm)

    Love it Kelly, so so funny! Oh and i got my pregnancy test in Benests too 🙂 amusingly the man who scanned my pregnancy test, pack of chewing gum and shampoo (couldn’t buy just one thing!) put it all in a bag and asked me if i wanted to be pregnant or not and when i said i thought it would be nice he just answered “yes, july baby – lovely” It was slightly petrifying for my newly pregnant self!!!
    S x

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