So this blog entry is going to be a little different. Rather than choosing a random topic, I’ve decided that I’m going to be writing a weekly recap of what’s going on in my life. This is mainly because I’ve completely run out of topics to write about, and thought it would be good to share how exciting my week has been. My thriving social life, extravagant adventures and wild night outs should keep you all entertained! Ha! What a lie, I’m hoping my days of lounging on the sofa, being picked on by my pregnant girlfriend and nights in watching Love Island are enough.
The most excited I’ve been since the day I found out I was having a baby boy. That’s how excited I was to go and buy our first TV. Obviously the baby news wins…just. We went to Currys to have a ‘look’. I say it like that because I had full intention of going into the shop to buy one. As soon as we went in I turned into a kid in a candy shop, I didn’t know where to look first. I wanted to run up and down the isles trying them all out but I quickly realised that I’m a 24 year old adult who’s going to be a father in a few months, it was time to at least pretend to act like an adult.
It didn’t take me long to find the perfect TV, it was massive! 55″ with the most amazing picture quality I’d ever seen. I’d budgeted no more than £500, this one was £800. Hmm that’s a dilemma…screw it, I want it. My heart was set on this TV, so I’d mentally prepared myself to be taking this one home. Out of stock…Absolutely devastated! On the outside I was like “oh that’s okay I’ll have a look round at some more”, whereas on the inside I was pulling the biggest tantrum ever.
Third Time Lucky
So I moved on, leaving my perfect TV behind, to find a different one. I spotted one..49″, it was decent enough, a lot bigger than what we’ve got at home. OUT OF STOCK AGAIN! Why is the world so cruel?! I swear the staff were doing it on purpose just to see how far they could push me before I broke down. Once again, I moved on, hopefully third time lucky. We finally settled on a 49″ Sony TV. Good quality picture, apparently perfect for gaming and watching sports, so I couldn’t complain.
As soon as we got it home, I was like a kid at Christmas. I couldn’t wait to open the box and play with my new toy. I put the stand up in double quick time and we were off! What would I watch first?! Maybe some football? Maybe I’d try out my XBOX? No..wait…the girlfriend has the remote…aannndddd…we’re watching Dirty Dancing. Great.
My New Fatty Diet
So I’ve recently decided that I was going to try a high calorie diet to try and gain some weight. I can’t be a matchstick forever. I’m also scared of slipping through the grids when I’m crossing the road. Time for a change. I downloaded an app called ‘My Fitness Pal’ in the hope that it would keep me motivated and allow me to keep track of what I was eating. Now I know what you are thinking, ‘just get a few Maccies down you!’ I really wish it was that easy. My body seems to have a high metabolism and putting on weight seems like an impossible task.
Based on my current weight, my target weight and how active I am on a daily basis, the app told me that I would have to eat just over 3000 calories a day. That’s a lot of food! I probably only eat about 2000 on a greedy day. The first couple of days I got nowhere near, it’s harder than it looks! It took me a few days to get used to sneaking off to the kitchen every half hour to stuff my face with a few cakes or chocolate bars. In all honesty, I don’t really need to sneak to the kitchen, my girlfriend is all for me stuffing my face. She is constantly making me eat more. At mealtimes my plate gets filled to the brim and all I get from her is…”CALORIES!” Yeah I know I need to eat more darling, but there’s enough food there to feed a family of 8.
She’s also been out and bought me loads of food that’s high in calories. I’m now spending my evenings eating Nutella out the jar with a spoon like a teenage girl who’s getting over a break-up.
An update on the baby then. Little Austin David Yule is still as active as ever. Booting his mum in the ribs every 5 minutes. It’s hilarious to me but not so much for Amy. I’m starting to get into trouble a lot more recently at laughing at things that I shouldn’t. For example, the size of the bump is just astonishing for how long we still have left. Amy looks fit to burst already and we have 3 months left to go. Although laughing and saying “OMG, YOU’RE BELLY LOOKS HUGE!” never seems to go down well, no idea why. Lord knows how big it will be when she actually is fit to burst. I’m still convinced that there’s more than one baby in there, and one is just hiding behind the other every time anyone checks. Either that or we’ve got ourselves a rather large child. Good luck to Amy having to push him out. He seems to be a right porker!
If anyone would like to share any stories from their week or have any comments about mine then leave them in the comments section below.
See you all next week.