So on or about 18th October 2008 I quit smoking. That was the day I woke Simon by bursting into our bedroom at 6 am shouting ‘This thing says pregnant!!’
I managed to not smoke for my whole pregnancy and about the 1st year of Adam’s life. And then things turned upside down. My great night sleeper turned into a nightmare sleeper thanks to surgery and colds and flu and D&V and and and…
And I all I wanted to help with my exhaustion? A cigarette. Oh how good a cigarette would taste.
And about a year ago, after he’d been in daycare for a few months, I succumbed. I bought a 10 pack. I told Simon, who was very disappointed in me but agreed I was a grown up. And I promised him I wouldn’t smoke around Adam.
And I haven’t. I smoke when he’s at daycare. Or after he’s in bed. Or having a nap during the day.
But last night I decided to try and quit again. Smoking comes out of my weekly allowance budget and I want that money for other things. I don’t like the way it makes me feel. Or smell.
And I have enough health problems without adding tar and cyanide to the mix.
So today I proclaim my first day as a non-smoker.
I just hope I can stick with it.
Me too!
Really miss it sometimes
You go, girl! You can do it!!
Just saw this – I’m catching up. Hope it’s going well!
I had a good few false starts myself, before I quit for good – has been five years now, and I find it really hard to believe I was actually a smoker. Best of luck to you.