…”probably as harmful as smoking in pregnancy”.
I’ve decided for some awful reason to watch One Born Every Minute: Plus Size Mums.
It baffles me that women will slim or loose weight for vanity- usually for their own weddings. Magazines are full of “summer bikini bodies” and “get into that size 10 wedding dress” articles, and yet won’t do it for the safety of themselves and of their babies.
Women on this programme have a BMI of OVER 40. And seem to think it’s a joke.
Problems conceiving, diabetes, pre-eclampsia, hemmoraging, high blood pressure, not being able to find babie’s heartbeat or feel movement…… :-S
Another blog post to be written from bed……the shame! But to be fair I have actually achieved some things this weekend so all can be forgiven… right?
Saturday we had a lazy start to the day, and watched some telly, skyped some relatives then cracked on with some housework. I think the downstairs now looks presentable to guests. Which is a good thing really as we decided a bit last minute to see if some friends that we hadn’t seen for ages were around (they were) so we invited them over to dinner. We’d already decided to blast some cobwebs away so walked up to sainsburys and back whilst mentally concocting an interesting vegetarian dinner and desert.
Had a lovely evening with friends eating olive bread dipped in cherry balsamic, roasted mediterranean veg with home made harissa paste, couscous and salad, topped off with a home made pear and almond cake (nice one husband).
Sunday we managed to clear up the carnage from saturday night’s cooking experiments, then Husband went for a run and I decided to join him on the bicycle. It was snowing.
When we got back I decided I had the energy to trim the front hedge, but I only managed half before wimping out as I was so cold.
Since then I have gone back to bed to watch a film, and browse the internet.
Today mumsnet has been scaring me with “houserules”- a chat thread in which people discuss the rules of their house. Obviously most of these women or people have children already so it’s understandable they have a few more rules than we do. Most people seem to count wearing shoes in the house a crime, letting pets into bedrooms an utter sin, and NOT EATING AT A TABLE AS A FAMILY the end of humanity. I let the cat have the best bit of the bed (usually about half our king size), wear shoes where I like (I’ll be vacuuming) unless they’re really muddy, and although we eat good home made food, we tend to eat it in front of the telly. Whoops. We’re heathens.
Who could deny him the best bit of the bed?
What are a sensible list of houserules?