Wouldn't It Be Great If IKEA,

I'm going to start this by saying I don't agree with the Lancashire Hot Pots on this one and I neither fear IKEA nor dislike it, in fact, I love it. I know that not everyone likes them, I know some people see them as just a cheap furniture pusher and I'm sure that some people are devastated that the entire MALM range is going to be going soon, even though they already axed the best colour (one of the previous oaks that was a textured veneer and just generally beautiful) partly because it's been around for 24 years (I'm not sad enough to know that without looking it up - it was on the wall of IKEA when we were there last) and it's hard enough when an entire brand goes pop and you can't get it anymore, let alone when a business makes a decision to move on from something that has been a staple for that long. 

I've been irritated with them before, because they do something like make the best plant goujons you've ever tasted and then discontinue them, or make the plant balls a bit too meaty so I have a half panic until Paul reassures me that they are the plant ones, he checked and he watched them make my food (he's a good egg), and when the Warrington one decided to slim down their menu for some reason and they weren't sharing that reason because it was after they finished the kitchen refurb and they dropped the rice bowl, it boiled my piss, but the recent salve to that has been a return of the rice bowl and another deal for super cheap food.

I've also seen some amazing things in IKEA like nursing groups in the cafe, they've done a pub* quiz and all those sorts of things that make it more like a community hub than a shop and I love that, and I love the feeding area for babies that I've used as a pumping area more than once. There's a lot that I like about IKEA, even if the Tetris game of getting things into a small car is both laughable and infuriating, the names are a dyslexic person (me)'s worst nightmare and there needs to be a lane for dawdlers because I just want to push them onto the nearest sofa so that they are out of my way. (I wouldn't but the thought crosses my mind on a more than semi regular basis...) I feel similar in the Trafford Centre, but there's less soft landings for people there.

So what is my latest IKEA related gripe? I like the new blue Billy bookcase. In fact, I love it. I love the green Kallax, too. I love the wonky nature of the shelves being different widths and things, but you can only have it in green and the green one is only in wonky. The blue Billy? No height extension, no drawer for the bottom, no doors at all... and let's face it, colour matching is hard to impossible, and because of the nature of what IKEA is, it's not going to look the same if you vinyl wrap or paint your own at home, so it's cool and it's "highly customisable" but not highly enough really. If you want a desk on a Billy, it has to be a white one, if you want the drawer, it has to be a white one, if you have non-standard ceilings... options are vastly reduced. I know, I know, it's mass produced and it's cheap and it's not meant to be custom furniture and you'd pay a lot more for something that is, but just imagine being able to use it like a pick 'n' mix, even if only on the website, and going here's the materials, here's the styles or patterns or whatever you want to call it, and then being able to get multiple height extensions for the Billy bookcases if you have high ceilings, because as long as it's mounted to the wall, the engineering of one versus two shouldn't be complicated at all. I'd love to be able to get blue ones with a drawer at the bottom for little man's toys, a couple of opaque doors at the top and glass doors down the middle to mean that my books get less dusty when they're sat on their shelves, but there are no blue doors and there's no drawer in the brown walnut that I also think would look quite nice.

We had talked about getting a carpenter in and getting something done in the front room and I think what we would be looking for would be very similar to what I've described above, but as I say, it would be more expensive, and we can't do expensive until after the wedding, because until then, well, we have a wedding to pay for, and weddings don't come cheap either!

What We Don't Know,

This might be a little all over the place because I'm working on very little sleep and trying to get it typed up whilst watching over my little boy in his bouncer, and also eating my lunch, because nothing teaches you to multitask like becoming a mum. Or a parent in general really, but when I think of it in terms of myself I always think of it in terms of becoming a mum instead of becoming a parent. Maybe that's just me?

I realise there is a privilege to being a parent these days. I'm not talking about the privilege of a relatively easy journey into being a parent and whether infertility rates are going up or we're just hearing more of it because people are more open about it, society is more accepting of discussions about it and because social media means when you've seen one video about something you see ALL OF THEM, but the privilege of the fact that when something seems... off?... you can do a quick search on Google (*other search engines are available even if it doesn't feel like it sometimes) or go to specific places such as communities on Reddit, forums on Peanut or similar apps for parents or even the NHSs own website(s) to reassure yourself that everything is fine or find information about what to do next. I've said a few times that these things aren't perfect, but then all babies are loveable little individuals, they're all different and none of them come with an instruction manual, so I get that most of these places are just full of people doing their best.

That being said, research is done with an idea in mind of what we don't know; it's a specific question being asked and hopefully answered whether it's a quick Google search, hitting the text books, medical journals with case files of things which have happened before or work in labs where there is a particular scope or question and the research is the journey to finding out the answer. So what happens if you don't know what the question is? Or what is you have what you think is an answer, but it's wrong? Well, nothing happens, which I think is why I love Tim Minchin's Commencement Speech when he says (I'm paraphrasing slightly) that opinions differ from arseholes in that, whilst everyone has one, yours should be constantly and thoroughly examined, because it's true, and also because it's Tim Minchin so it's funny. Unfortunately though people are very often only dispossessed of their erroneous facts and opinions when they're mocked for holding them in the first place, or upon being forced to be because they have been proven wrong, and honestly, it seems a little harsh. Is this a tangent? I promise it is not.

Recently I met up with a group of other women, all of whom have children, but ranging from my own at under a year, to some whose children are in their twenties, so they're probably closer in age to when they will or might become grandparents than their own experiences of pregnancy, childbirth and early parenthood, but the great thing is there is a universality to the experience of parenthood, even when there are so many divisions between us and there are some things you can only understand as a mum or a birthing parent (I know the two are not synonymous) or a non birthing parent, or a working parent, a single parent, a twin mum, a c-section mum etc. Even within those groups you'll have divisions, whether it be elective or emergency C-sections (reluctant C-section mums like myself) and there are obviously a lot that can intersect as well, which can further unite and divide us depending on where we fall.

I think I've previously mentioned - or perhaps I just wrote as part of my I'm distracting myself from the monotony and boredom of waiting for something to happen in the hospital - that when I came across a video on social media that stated that when you have a "month long period" after childbirth, it's not that, but it is partly because your body has a dinner plate sized wound where the placenta has detached from and your body needs to heal it and that comes with some bleeding or something that looks like bleeding and partly because your body is doing a bunch of things to go back to it's pre-pregnancy self (or at least your uterus is, or is aiming to). 

One of the ladies I was with mentioned she didn't think you bled with a C-section, but you do, because even with the best surgeon, they can't repair the wound from the placenta instantly and they can't do everything else to heal the body that the body does for itself. She then asked if it was when you were breastfeeding that you didn't bleed, and no, you do, and you can actually bleed more, because all the clotting that your body has to do as part of that healing process can be interrupted by the hormones which are needed for breastfeeding. Thankfully, I have seen enough information out there that says you don't need to go into the hospital about the bleeding unless the clot are bigger than the size of a lemon, and let's face it, you're going to remember that because it feels pretty shocking - lemons aren't small!! - but the whole experience is pretty shocking. I remember I knocked my belly somehow, it might have been whilst putting on one of those support belt things because my scar was tender and my back was still painful, and there was this gush... And I thought I had really done myself some damage, but no, it was completely normal. 

It sounds a bit like a conspiracy theory, but I often wondered when I was going through pregnancy if the reason you weren't told about certain things which happen or the frequency with which they happen was less to do with inadequate messaging or not knowing how to reach the right people etc and more to do with not putting anyone off of having a baby that wants to, because generally birth rates (I'm just talking in the UK here) are lower than previous, although some recent records show a slight, very slight, uptick. Given that fertility rates have been dropping (at least in what I read from 2021-2024) and people are having smaller families at a later stage, anything else which is liable to make more people reconsider having children is probably seen as a bad thing.

That being said, and it might be because I'm a thirsty sponge for information, I generally think that more information is better, and even if a person is never planning to have children, can't biologically have children or whatever their situation, more people understanding pregnancy symptoms and conditions like Hyperemesis Gravidarum, severe morning sickness (because it can be severe without reaching the level of HG) and pelvic girdle pain to name only a few, there might be a little more compassion and understanding for pregnant people. Granted there also might not be, because there are people who simply believe that pregnancy is a choice and if you make the choice it's your problem to deal with what you get with it, but I'm choosing to be optimistic about people's ability and inclination towards compassion, partly because I don't want to think about the issues which are still ongoing in America where choice and pregnancy are a very problematic conversation for other reasons. 

The Path to Saying 'I Do' Part 4,

Something I have never quite got my head around is people like me, who barely do their hair in any other way than scraped back into a messy bun or a ponytail, rarely wear make up and aren't much for getting false nails done going ahead and going against all of that for their wedding day. 

Look, I get that whole wanting to look 'your best' for the day and wanting to look nice for the photos and all that, but at the same time, I wouldn't want to be walking down the aisle towards someone who barely recognised me or someone who I barely recognised. It's almost like if my fiancé decided to get laser eye surgery the night before the wedding (I know it's not that quick but work with me on this one) or wear contact lenses. It's not that I've not seen him without his glasses on, because I have. More often than not he goes to sleep before me and obviously doesn't wear his glasses, and has normally taken them off for a while before going to bed whilst getting ready to go to bed, but the picture of him in my head is wearing glasses, so I would be pretty confused if he wasn't wearing them. Or if he decided to shave his beard off the night before or the morning of the wedding, I would be pretty confused.

I've been debating over whether or not to dye my hair back to ginger, because I've been so lazy over the last two years that I don't think he's ever actually seen me with my properly ginger hair, and if having a little one to run around after is going to mean I'm continuing on that lazy streak (or rather won't have the time for doing it) it may be the last time for a long time I actually have ginger hair, and is that going to be strange when there's photos across my house of my husband and some ginger bride? Is that going to confuse my kid? I don't know, but I'm sure that if I was wearing properly done make up - you know, when people go the whole hog and book someone to do their make up and style their hair properly and all of that - I think it would confuse my kid, both on the day and in the photos later.

It's probably going to be another thing that is assumed to be a money saving effort - hair dressers and make up artists are expensive! - but I am fully intending to do my own hair and make up, but it's not about the cost, it's about wanting to look like myself. For one thing, my partner isn't a big fan of make up. For someone who has always been a lover of red lipstick, that's been a bit of an adjustment for me, but I realised pretty early on I like kissing him more than I like red lipstick - if that doesn't tell him how much I like kissing him... nothing. ever. will. For another, make up 'trends' have never been my thing, and I've never in my life worn fake eyelashes and don't feel the need to start on my wedding day. There are very few times in my life I've ever worn foundation, so it seems crazy to me to pay someone to come in and put my mascara on, draw on a bit of eyeliner and put on some lipstick for me. The only thing that makes me consider it is that I struggle to get eyeliner even most of the time. 

And yet with all that being said, I am tempted to go and get my nails done, if only for the fact that I'm sure there will be a few photos of hands, and I'm not the biggest fan of my son's newborn photos where my hands are in them because I still  bite my nails and it's not just a little bit or a polite nibble on the corner of the thumb, but a full on, aggressive, I bite them, I tear them, I go too far and then they hurt kind of thing. I'm trying to leave them alone from now until the wedding but I've been saying that since January and we're not getting very far... 

To some extent, it feels like another area where people can just get carried away...

One thing I am struggling with at the moment is how 'me' I feel in my dress, and I'm not sure if it's just because I didn't do the whole bridal store try on a bunch of dresses, find the right one and cry, because I found one I was in love with that wasn't my size and couldn't get it in a larger size, the fact that my body is a larger size than I'm comfortable wearing, or if I just bought my dress too early and this is a natural consequence of having too long to stew on it, but whatever it is, that's a decision I've made and I'm not revisiting! 

The Path to Saying 'I Do' Part 3,

Realising the date that this would be published, I think it'll be understandable why it's been pushed to an hour later than they normally are published!

I'm not going to lie, there is so much dumb... stuff... out there that you can buy for weddings. I'm not even just talking about on Shein and Temu and Amazon; so many places are guilty of it. And what's even more... ridiculous? Is that it leeches across into FB marketplace and Vinted because people will sell the ridiculous crap that they bought AND DIDN'T USE for someone else to then come along and buy to not use at their wedding.

I've already had a good moan about the twee language used on invites, but you can get tags and things to reserve chairs at your wedding for immediate family or specific people, or whatever really because apparently, this is a thing we need to do these days. Why is no one being taught that front rows are for immediate family or the bridal party? Why do we need a seat tag that says Reserved and why does it have to say 'Kindly reserved'? Can I get tags for my wedding that say aggressively reserved and have the ushers wearing sumo suits? If you sit in the front row and you're not immediate family or the bridal party, they're going to tackle you off the chair and scream THIS IS RESERVED at you? Why does it feel like we're approaching the point of having a seating chart for the ceremony as well as for the dinner? Seating charts are enough of a hassle without having to start stressing about the ceremony as well! 

There's also these things of, right, I don't know what they call them in the UK, but I think the American name is incidentals baskets? Our venue has actually put in the contract that we can't have them and honestly, I appreciate not having something else to do. I realise that having things like a pack of plasters or blister plasters - women in heels will know - or paracetamol is good. Maybe even having a spare can of deodorant, but then I'm an asthmatic who worked in a building where aerosols set off the fire alarm so I'm not a big fan of using deodorant in a public bathroom. But then people put other things like eye shadow, mascara and other bits in so that you can touch your make up up... Have you never heard of pink eye or conjunctivitis? They had one of these baskets in the ladies when I went to the last Night of Writing Dangerously, and it was cute and lovely, but honestly, I'm not sure anyone misses them at weddings when they're not there. I can't be the only person that carries any make up that might need retouching with me or carries spare paracetamol and plasters if there's even the vaguest chance I may need them? Surely it's just about being prepared, and why are we babying our guests? 

Along the same lines - flip flops. I get that some people are really going to appreciate a basket of flip flops or hotel slippers, but people could just wear heels that are a bit less high and therefore more comfortable over a longer period or bring their own flats. Hell, bring your own trainers. I have some gorgeous heels for the ceremony and photos, but I'm not even sure I'll wear them for the first dance. My red Converse (which I already owned) will be making an appearance and I would just encourage everyone else to do the same thing at my wedding. Bring your trainers, don't bother what it looks like, because I'm not buying a crap tonne of flip flops in multiple sizes in case anyone's feet hurt. I'd say sorry, not sorry, but I'm not even pretending to be sorry on this one.

The next thing is glow sticks that then say 'Let Love Glow'; I'm sorry, it's a wedding, not a rave, so it's not really my vibe. Especially because they're another thing that gets bought and then sold on and I'm not a hundred percent convinced anyone uses them. Wedding bubbles are the same because I just see so many of them for sale.

I think one of the biggest things that occurred to me whilst I was planning this wedding was that I haven't been to many weddings and a lot of the things that people try and say you 'have to' do are a bit more of a thing for large weddings, for one, and for another, there are a lot that are very Americanised. Now, as a person who didn't have a baby shower or a gender reveal, I think it's easy to make a guess how I feel about things being very Americanised... 

I'm not saying we're not going to do anything people don't think is too cutesy or ridiculous or anything like that. I decided we were having a pick and mix because I found a bunch of apothecary jars in Aldi for next to nothing, and given that both my fiancé and I are quite into sweets, it seemed natural to choose to do a pick and mix, partly because anything that doesn't get eaten can just come home with us... but there is plenty that we're not doing, and honestly, I would be surprised if the people closest to us (aka the people who are invited) are actually surprised and I would hope that they're not disappointed, but either way, I don't plan on learning any lessons from it, because there won't be a next time.