Hello hello. It has been super long since I have wrote last but I have some news! I got the D everyone, that’s right! I got married and am now a Duffy officially.
Our wedding was amazing and suited us both to the ground. We went for a simple rustic intimate wedding and it was everything we both wanted. The stress that leads up to it however cannot be explained and never want to organize a party again in my life.
On another note I am also 6 months pregnant now and beginning to feel like a small seal trying to do a sit up just to get out of bed each morning. I have been lucky enough not to be showing too much right now but it just means that our little girl is squashing me internally on the daily. This will be our second child so I have comparisons to base things off and all I can say is holy shit. I feel like on our son my belly didn’t show much either until around the same time as this one is starting to drop but that my weight everywhere else made up for that. My face was round and my ass and legs took off on a race for which could get bigger quickest. This time around has been a struggle. The first 4 months I was miserable. I was sick daily I had no energy and my emotions where on a thin thread. When your a depression sufferer like me that did not help me in the slightest and it was a battle to keep above water. However, these days are a lot better. My weight has stayed down obviously because of how sick I was but baby is growing well and weighing and measuring what she should be. I don’t deprive myself at all I eat a fair bit but instead of what I used to do which was eat monster meals which would make even the biggest male specimen shudder I now graze through the day. My face has stayed relatively slim and my extra chins have subsided for now. I have a new energy about me these days and a motivation to Better myself and really am looking forward to having her and then starting right back into a healthy lifestyle.
I don’t know if it’s the marriage that altered my mood but i think it may have. It gave me a new confidence, a feeling of intimacy love and security. I was nervous on the day, not because I didn’t love my husband and not because I was unsure, I was so sure I want to spend the rest of my life with this weirdo but because it is a new step in our journey. I lose my name. Do I lose who I am then? No. I lost my name yes, but it’s always apart of me in who I am. I gained so much more by sacrificing a small piece of me that was name only. I gained a husband, my friend and partner for life, and a family of people I love and who love me too. I gained new memories to be made. Security. And a feeling of love that can never be measured. I’m proud to take on the Duffy name. I will hopefully do it as much respect and justice as I hope I did for my Connolly name.
Anywho, a random post but just one to try start me off. I want to get back into writing again and try post more about my life pregnancy married life kids and my day to day things. Maybe boring to some but I need a place to vent not on my instagram or Facebook pages 🙂 happy Sunday all!
The Duffy’s diary 