Where it all began

I knew from a very young age that I wanted to be a mum. My first doll lasted me many good years, and it made me a bit sad when I thought about her the other day, realising I don't know where she went. Her name was Amanda, she had a small tuft of hair on the top of her head (you know, similar to what you do when your little girl's hair is finally long enough to gather in a pony tail at the top of her head), and only her head and hands were hard plastic, the rest was pink stuffed fabric. I loved that doll, and I think I played with her a fair bit longer than most girls are interested in dolls.

My own mother was always very excited about the idea of being a grandmother. Sadly she passed away when I was only 13, but I can still remember her saying several times how she looked forward to me having children. She got to experience being an auntie, and she was the best auntie any child could ever wish for, and I know she would've made an amazing Mormor (maternal grandmother).

My mum and me

I can't say my father has been much more patient. When I was 17, so before I met my now husband, I remember we were sitting watching TV one afternoon when suddenly my dad turned to me and said "I can't wait to be a granddad!". When I pointed out my age he replied that when his mum was my age she already had a baby - my uncle. Even the fact that I didn't even have a boyfriend at the time seemed to faze him. He did still have to wait another few years, though! 6 to be exact.

When my now husband and I met we already knew one another a fair bit through chatting online. So when we met it was love at first sight, and an adventure started. For the first two years of our relationship we had to battle distance, where he lived in Buckinghamshire and me in Norway for the first year, and then I moved to Essex and he to Bristol for the second year. On our second anniversary he proposed, just days before we moved into our own home, and two years later, after I had graduated from university, we got married. The pressure for children started before we were even married, as we had babies arriving in abundance to close family and friends only 6 months before our wedding. We had been married just over 3 months when a positive pregnancy test beamed up at me an early March morning. I could barely contain the excitement, and was lucky with my whole pregnancy, with little to no symptoms throughout. However the little monkey was very comfy in there, and despite contracting for 5 days I had to be induced 13 days past my due date. Apart from the fact that I needed induction my labour was very straight forward and not as bad as I had expected (don't get me wrong, it hurt a LOT, but I had somehow expected even worse!). And as soon as my gorgeous little boy was placed in my arms it was all worth it! And (not so secretly): I can't wait to do it all again!

My gorgeous little boy at 13 days

Hello, Blogger Universe!

First if all - hello and welcome to my little blog.

Let me introduce myself: I'm Scandimum - a 23 year old Norwegian (and part Swedish) girl who became mum to the most beautiful little boy in November 2014; O. Together with Scandidad we live in a beautiful picturesque little town in north Wiltshire, on the border of the Cotswolds.

I moved to the UK almost 5 years ago, summer 2005, when I started university. I had by hen been with my now husband for about a year, as we met during my application process. We got married 6 months after I finished my last university exam, and just over 3 months after we were man and wife a positive pregnancy test glared up at us, a cold March morning. And that is how I became Scandimum.

It was my sister in law who inspired me to start blogging. She started her own blog a couple of months ago, and following her updates has made me decide to give it a try as well. I have blogged a couple of times before, once during my year in France attending a French school, and once when I did a food blog. The food blog died when I started a diet, as diet food wasn't what I wanted to blog about. I love baking, and that was what I liked blogging about, and I just never got back into it. I figured here I could include the odd recipe, amidst posts about life in general, which I'm hoping may be the key to success!

I have yet to figure out how to add pictures, so please do bear with me while I'm learning the ropes!