I’ve been following this thread from a distance for aaaaaages - Bloody love you guys!
I found Fopps about 2 or 3 years ago when I was on slimming world to lose a bit of timber to feel good in my bridesmaid dress - I remember liking her but thinking that she needed to get a life - her guide to eating out (asking for no oil in curries or a plain dry crusty jacket potato’s and skinless chicken) just seemed miserable to me! I was so happy for her when she got pregnant though - I was pregnant with my first at the same time as her, and I must admit I did enjoy her pregnancy content (apart from all of the working out and gym bullshit - I spent 21 weeks of my pregnancy with my head down the loo and then the rest in and out of hospital - I didn’t go to the gym before - I wasn’t about to start when I was preggo!) my son is 1 day younger than the twins and I must say the difference between my little boy and Grayson and Lawson in terms of development is startling. Although I don’t like to compare because all babies are different and they do seem to be progressing now - praise be for crazy nanny!
I won’t re-hash what everyone else has said but I don’t get an ounce of the help she does - when I’ve been in the throes of sleep deprivation (my child doesn’t understand the concept of a decent sleep - he never has bless him) I’ve wanted to scream at her and yank her spindly eyelashes out - particularly when she was having to tweak their routine because they were waking too early
R U OK HUN?! IVE BEEN UP SINCE MIDNIGHT!
The thing that gets my goat is that she generally has this huuuge moan about parenthood - and rounds it off with ‘but I’m so lucky to have them!’ It doesn’t seem genuine. It’s hard but it’s wonderful - we all get it. Why broadcast any of it at all? I get being proud of them - share a cute pic and move on - no one needs to hear all that waffle. It’s mind numbing.
I wholeheartedly agree with the lady who has no children who says that ‘mummy bloggers’ are enough to put you off kids for life - I followed them allll when I found out I was expecting and when I was about 30 weeks pregnant I had an absolute meltdown - all these women were telling me I wouldn’t sleep, my boobs would fall off, that c section recovery was ‘brutal’, that I’d never sleep again (i mean not far wrong but I was still full of hope at this point!), that my relationship would suffer, that newborns were savage and that I needed to ‘ride out the storm’ and that ‘this too shall pass’ - I was like what the actual
duck have I done?!
Anyway - the baby came and while it was rough at times and I’ve had a few sit down shower cry breakdowns - a lot of it was no where near as bad as they made out - Fopps survived the social media cull by being positive and fairly normal about the whole thing. Oh how times change. She’s bloody insufferable these days. Now I can’t unfollow because I love to hate watch her
Anyway, she’s a bell end.
Thanks for listening!
