Coming Along Nicely….

The bump, that is. In this dress I think I look pregnant, rather than just “fat and a funny shape.”

The picture was taken at the Chap Olympiad in London today, which saw us picnicking in the rain, in true British style! There were a few pushchairs there, and babies rolling around on blankets. Maybe next year…..




We’ve got new wheels! That is, a new car.

At the grand ages of 31, it’s actually the first car Ian or I have ever owned as “our own”. We both learned to drive as soon as it was legal at the age of 17, and then drove cars that belonged to our families rather than us. I lost my license at the age of 21 as a result of being diagnosed with epilepsy. Ian moved to London and, like most young people in London, had no need for a car. It takes longer to drive yourself almost anywhere in London than it does to use public transport. For the few occasions when a car would be useful, justifying its ongoing cost would be difficult.

When we moved out of London last year, a car was on our “to-do” list. But we were very fortunate to still not really “need” one. I live within ten minutes walk of work. We live five minutes walk from the train station from which Ian commutes to work. The same train line takes us to the two local towns we have most reason to visit and the train service is both quick and frequent. We even live within walking distance of two supermarkets, one of which will deliver your shopping after you’ve bought it. And with all the expense of buying a new house and doing it up, the car slipped down the list.

Then, suddenly, I was pregnant. And just as suddenly, a car seemed a whole lot more important. The idea of visiting friends and family travelling by train with a baby doesn’t seem appealing. Just nipping to the shops with a baby will be easier in the car. (Not to mention the whole “getting to hospital when I’m in labour” thing that I don’t want to think about at the moment and I’m going la-la-la-la-la-la because I can’t hear you saying it.)

I hope this baby is grateful that we’ve bought it a car. Honestly, I used to think friends were pretty spoiled if their parents bought them a car for their 18th birthday. This kid isn’t even born yet!

One Year

There are times in all of our lives that we’d rather forget had ever happened. Moments that can be happily consigned to the deepest recesses of our minds without ever being retrieved again.

But then, there are moments that we wish we could hang on to without any of the clarity of the original reality diminishing. Feelings we wish we could bottle up, so that they could be re-released, just as fresh as when we first felt them. Memories that we don’t want to blur around the edges and begin to fade, like the sepia photographs of yesteryear.

I’ve experienced a good share of happiness in my life. I’ve achieved as much as I ever dreamed possible and I have a string of occasions stored in my mind that reflect those things. If I could pick just one moment, one set of memories from my life, to hold on to in that way, it would be a tough pick. But here is one strong contender.

Ian is just one person in the world, but to me, he is the whole world. One year ago, he became my husband. It’s something I never want to forget, for as long as I live.

And fortunately, even without the aid of photographs, the day remains crystal clear. Our excited preparations in the morning. Travelling to the church in a stretched classic VW Beetle. Walking down the aisle on my dad’s arm, laughing and crying simultaneously, to meet my husband-to-be. Exchanging our vows and exchanging rings. Being showered with confetti and toasted by our friends and relatives. Escaping for a precious bit of time together, and some special pictures. Eating magnificent food and making a speech that I’d only prepared the night before. Cutting the cake we’d designed, to match all the stationery we’d spent hours making ourselves. Dancing with my dad. Dancing with my husband. Walking in to the night together, to our hotel around the corner, and being clapped and cheered by random strangers in the street.

Some of the most magical moments of both our lives.

And our wedding  proved to be a fitting start to a fabulous year.

Today, I love my husband even more than I did one year ago. I never believed that would be possible.

So much has changed in our lives already since then. And we’re just on the cusp of the biggest change yet.