Baby No 2 week 24 by Oreke Mosheshe

“Every pregnancy is different” so my mum tells me and with your second it’s a lot easier everyone else tells me.  Well, I don’t know what planet these people are from (or am I the alien?) but my second pregnancy I still experienced all the nausea and fatigue that I did with Carter throughout the first trimester. If anything I would say that it is harder with your second – feeling nauseous all day but not being able to be sick; having random odours irritate you and make you feel even more sick; feeling tired enough to sleep standing up and then the added bonus of having to entertain a super energetic 15 month old toddler who wants to play peek a boo or catch me if you can all day. The joy!

Now in my second Trimester I am beginning to feel more like myself and have started taking care of me – hooray! This is where Marianne Kyprianou comes in. Marianne is a qualified massage therapist based in central London. She came highly recommended and her treatments can be tailored to anyone and their individual needs. I call Marianne and just from speaking to her I felt relaxed and de-stressed; she has a great knack of knowing just what is going on beneath the surface of her clients and how to put them at ease.

I booked a pregnancy massage which I have to say was one of the best massages I have ever had and believe me I have had plenty. I felt like she worked on my body mind and soul and I was completely regenerated after one treatment, needless to say I am booked to go and see her again next week… www.justholistic.co.uk . If you would like to experience a treatment from Marianne (pregnant or not) receive a 10% discount by mentioning Bump and Bloom.

Till next time. xx

First three months with my first born by Oreke Mosheshe

I have never been happier! The chronic sleep deprivation, debilitating worry, chewed nipples and pee puke and poo are nothing compared to the sheer, soaring joy I feel at the birth of my son.

Carter was born on the 22nd of March – after a 2 day labour. Leading up to the birth, one of my many concerns was whether I would know when labour started. I knew. Superman knew. The poor cabbie that drove us to hospital knew, and half the population of the hosipital knew by the time I got there.

After the initial shock of the pain of final labour – with the contractions 7 minutes apart – and having refused pain relief, I focused on breathing through the almost other-worldly pain. It wasn’t easy, and I may have passed out – I certainly lost track of time but my baby was born happy and healthy and has remained so.

If you are lucky enough to have willing help for the first few weeks, TAKE IT. I could not have survived without the help of my wonderful mum who moved in for a month and of course Superman as well as other family and friends who dropped in when they could. Helping hands to run errands, get things done around the house or just to watch baby while you get a much needed break are essential and will preserve your sanity. You will be more tired than you thought humanly possible.

Week 25 – spots and tears by Oreke Mosheshe

Week 25

Baby’s kicks are now so powerful I find myself screaming or jumping out of my seat (yes this is a good thing…) Sometimes if caught really off guard I burst out laughing which must look really strange for people around me – oh well, I’m pregnant and kicks bring me real joy, what can I say?

It’s not been all rosy though. The other day I spent the whole time doing nothing but still felt incredibly tired and in real pain from an aching back. To make things worse I broke out in spots, and I never get spots – all this while trying to get used to having days during the week where I was not working. I am a workaholic and its difficult to go from nonstop busy to having lots of free time. The day started with me trying to pick a large spot on my head unsuccessfully and so scarring my face. I spent the rest of the day feeling tired and useless. As I attempt to make dinner, I felt the overwhelming need to stop everything run to the bedroom and cry. Superman came in offered to finish the dinner and comfort me – this made me feel even worse as he had been working the whole day and now had to cook dinner. I felt like a bad wife. After lots of reassurance, I finally stopped crying and we sat down to a beautiful dinner cooked by my wonderful husband. These melt downs do happen but I suppose I have to take the good with the bad. ‘Till next time…

Week 20 – Baby kicks by Oreke Mosheshe

Week 20

The last four weeks seem to have flown by – let’s hope the rest of the term goes as quickly. Exciting news, we finally know what sex our baby is! Finding out the sex of our baby is something we both knew we wanted – I think it has to do with us wanting to be prepared and feeling a deeper connection with our baby. I can’t help but want to know as much as possible about “the baby”. We have decided to keep it to ourselves and mums for now…

I had another wedding to attend which brought with it more sartorial disasters. Having tried on my beautiful dress for the black tie wedding a week before and it fitting nicely, I seem to have doubled in size by the big day and only Superman’s bulging biceps can get me zipped up. Feeling trussed up and barely able to breathe, I last only until the reception where I’m forced to unzip, borrow a friend’s shawl to cover my shame, and boogie all night… well, 11.30 which is late for me nowadays.

17th October – ounces of chocolate + X Factor and I felt the baby kick for the first time! This first kick felt like a rugby tackle and I almost jumped off the sofa screaming. Another 2 strong kicks followed which Superman got to feel as well, but since then nothing but a little fluttering now and again. I do look forward to more as I find them really exciting and they’re a little reminder that the baby’s still there and active.

As I settle into my second trimester, I look forward to the challenge of choosing baby names as we haven’t thought about any yet…

Week 16: Comfy pants by Oreke Mosheshe

Hi I’m Oreke, a model and actress living in North London with my new hubby superman. This will be our first child and we are uber excited.

Week 16

A day before my birthday, I’m up at 5am to get to the ITV studios where I’m booked to model for Lorraine on Daybreak and realise with horror that I can no longer button up any of my jeans. Problems. I head out ‘unbuttoned’ but after nearly giving everyone a look at  the tragedy that is my comfy pants when my jeans fall down, I decide it’s time I officially embrace The Bump and so go out shopping for it.

I head over to my farovite botique where I make the most of their personal shopper experience which made me feel like a princess – the clothes are gorgeous and soo far from the ‘maternity sacks’ superman has been teasing me about. The mission was to get a nice pair of jeans and my personal shopper helped me accomplish this. I went for black maternity straight leg jeans which are very stylish, so flattering, and incredibly comfortable (I think I will be living in these). I also try on a beautiful winter coat and a lovely dress but being very indecisive (Libran) I go for just the jeans. I spend the journey back home worrying about whether I’d done the right thing in leaving the coat and dress so as soon as I get in I go online and order them… The amazing thing was that it was so quick and easy and arrives the same day – simples. Certainly beat jumping in the car, fighting for a parking space and schlepping store to store!

I am feeling great now. I have a few new wonderful fashion pieces; I have finally stopped feeling sick all the time and everything doesn’t smell awful anymore. Second trimester- love it!