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Each Friday, I would like to share a word of the week with you. Something that summarises what I’ve been up to, how I’ve felt and how life is generally going. I’d love if you’d share your own in the comments or even join in with the link up if you are a blogger. (You can find the details at the bottom of this post.) It can be so therapeutic to reflect on what’s been happening, good or bad. It will be nice to look back on these posts in the future too!
This week I have chosen the word Burst
What a roller coaster of a week. I really struggled to think of a word for this week’s post at first. Nothing seemed to fit well as I’ve been all over the place. Burst seems to summarise all of the different emotions I’ve been feeling so well, however. One minute I felt like a burst couch, the next I was bursting with excitement!
The weekend was a slow one with little to report. Mike and I both spent some time doing work and catching up on to do lists. We spent some time working on the nursery too and even got the first coat of paint on the walls. It was uneventful, but good.
Then the week began and I found myself in the biggest grump. Hormones may have been a big part of it and I have been missing family. My frustrations with those not staying safe were building too so that can’t have helped. Whatever it was, I just did not feel good. Paired with a complete lack of motivation, a burst couch is the best thing I can think of to describe how I felt! In the end I closed my laptop, pulled up blanket and did some reading. Thankfully it helped a bit.
Tuesday was a little better, although a text from a friend inviting us to the pub this weekend turned me into Moaning Murtle once again. I’m pregnant and there is a pandemic. The last place I want to be is in a pub surrounded by strangers.
By Wednesday evening I had done a full 180 flip. My mood wasn’t just picking up, I was ecstatic. We felt the baby making proper movements for the first time! I mentioned last week that I had been feeling little rumbles in my tummy but couldn’t be sure what they were. As I was lying on my side on the sofa on Wednesday evening I started to feel some really distinct twitches and pokes. I called Mike over and I’m so excited to say he could feel them too. This tiny person isn’t even here yet and they are already bringing us so much happiness. I’m so grateful for that!
Burst is also a good word for the bubbles which seem to be bursting up and down the country. As the lockdown rules are relaxing, I’m hearing from more and more friends who are off to the pub and enjoy shopping again. (see the aforementioned invite for drinks). At first this made me mad. The lack of understanding from others that we’re going to be staying at home for a long time yet had me frustrated.
Now I’ve had a chance to breathe I recognise that we all need different things right now, and for some that means going back to as normal a life as possible. I’m not sad about missing out on the pub for the next six months, I think I just want a bit of acknowledgement from others that staying safe is OK. We’ve all got our own lives to worry about though and just because they’re coming out of their bubbles, it doesn’t mean I have to burst my own.
Writing this post has really helped me to handle the hurdles I’ve faced this week. It’s always good to take time to reflect and look at the bigger picture. We’re happy, we’re healthy and the future is bright. Deep breath and on to the next week!
You can read my last word of the week post here.
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