Feeling Brave

Today I did something that I have put off for what seems like forever … I contacted my local college about attending a GCSE Maths class!


I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up – other than a mum who is resisting growing up! – but I know that the things that have always interested me (apart from working for myself) all require a minimum of a grade C in Maths. The majority also require A-Levels and some even require a degree but lets start out with the basics first eh?

This is a huge deal for me as I have zero confidence in myself, I find ways to put myself down and always go on about how I’m not smart enough to go back to school, I get insanely nervous in classrooms and I feel judged by everyone – teacher and peers alike, I worry about my age (I’ll be 34 and turning 35 within the term whereas the majority of other students will be much younger) and I panic about letting myself, but more importantly, my husband and family down.

I’ve figured out that our baby boy will be around three months old when the class starts but the bonus is that it will be an evening class and Baz now has a job where he can work from home on certain days or adjust his hours to suit his home needs. This means that he should be able to have the kids whilst I go and try to better myself for a couple of hours one night a week and it shouldn’t interfere too heavily, if at all, with his work day … win!

I also found out that as I got a D grade way back when in school, the course will be FREE!!!!! I just have to sit an entry assessment closer to the course start date to see if I have the basic numeracy requirements to get onto the course – I’m absolutely shitting it already! I could fail at the first hurdle and that would suck donkey balls.

But yeah, my mind is screaming about how I’m a failure and how I won’t get on to the course or I’ll mess up if I do get on it but this is me trying to push some positivity out onto myself for once. I will get on that course, I will work my arse off to understand whatever I’m taught and I will come out with that C grade … hell, I might even get above a C!

If I can do this, I can do whatever I put my mind to … I’m going to rock it!

Make it a good one,

Deb xox


The Beast from the East Returns

We have had a bit more snow over the weekend thanks to “The Beast from the East” and today school is closed (us Brits don’t handle snow too well!) so Soph and I are sat on the couch snuggling and watching her favourite YouTube videos of other kids playing with toys – why she likes this I have NO idea as that kid has buckets of toys to play with but there just seems to be something about watching other people play that draws her right in!

Daddy Baz is also working from home today so he’s set himself up in the kitchen out of the way so that we don’t put him off. It is nice having everyone at home even though we aren’t all doing things together, it’s just nice being under the same roof … and these pregnancy hormones are turning me into a sappy fool who see’s pretty love hearts and flowers everywhere she goes … GAG!

Urggggh anyways, not much has been happening around here. We were supposed to be going out yesterday and seeing family but the snow has caused the roads to be iced over to the point where Baz thought it wasn’t really worth the trip so that’s been pushed back a week. We did end up in the garden having a snowball fight though which Soph really enjoyed.



The only problem with the snowball fight was that it was 2vs1 … me being the one and I ended up with snow everywhere! These two are bloody vicious!

Other than that, I’m in that waiting-for-post limbo now so I keep looking through the Facebook groups that I’ve joined for new pen pals as I seem to have developed an addiction for writing once again. I think I have sent seven letters so far and I believe that I have two people writing to me first but I still feel the need to find more.

So I guess my question for today would be … do you write to pen pals and if so, where do you find them? I’d love to have even more places to search!

Stay warm (if it’s cold wherever you are!)

Deb xox

They’ve Arrived!

My postcards have arrived and as soon as I unwrapped them I was straight on the Postcrossing site getting my names and addresses to send to. When you are just starting out they allow you to post to a maximum of five people and that number increases with the more cards that you send. I think the limit goes all the way up to 100 cards in transit at one time if I remember right! I can’t imagine a) the hand cramp from writing 100 cards as I’d want them all to go at the same time and b) the total cost in postage needed to send that many cards all over the world. I wonder what the most cards someone has on the go is?!?!?! hmmmm…

I think the cool thing about this site is that when you get an address for posting you are also shown “A little something about ….” where the person that you are sending to gives you some basic details about themselves and their likes. It helped massively with what to write on each card which is a plus but then I found that some people were asking for specific kinds of cards which I just don’t have so I’ve explained why I’ve sent the card that they have received and said that I hope that they like them.

So the cards I’m sending in this first batch are…



This postcard will be travelling 1094 miles to Finland.

The recipient expressed a number of interests but also mentioned that she had two cats and likes cats on her cards so I found this one out for her.







This one will be travelling 3341 miles to New York, USA.

The recipient for this one mentioned that she likes One Direction but they weren’t around at the times of these books so that was a no go. I flipped through all 100 cards and didn’t manage to find any about music so sadly, she ended up with a random card.






This card will be travelling the shortest distance of 390 miles to Germany and is the only card out of the bunch that is being sent to a man.

Again, a lot of interests were listed but not many of my cards matched up to his likes – he did mention a like of cars though so I thought I’d get this one out for him.





This card will be sent the furthest distance of 3946 miles to Russia.

The lady receiving this card asked for touristy cards but again, this is something that I don’t have at this point. She did ask for a favourite saying or phrase to be written on the card so I went with my favourite of “Be a flamingo in a flock of pigeons.” This is actually something that I want tattooed on me at some point!



The final card from this batch will be travelling 812 miles to Poland.

This lady requested a card designed by a local artist – I’ve never seen anything locally that I could use to fulfil this request but she did also ask for a picture of a building or monument from your town or country so I opted for Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament. She probably has a ton of these kind of pictures as she’s received 1532 postcards since starting on the site but then hopefully that number will be spread all over the globe and she won’t have this card! I wouldn’t bet on it though.


So that’s it for this first bundle of postcards being sent, I’m hoping to be getting them posted out over the weekend so we will see how long it takes to get selected and have a card sent back!

Fancy checking out the Postcrossing site for yourself? If so, click here!

Take care,

Deb xox

I’ve Got Mail!

Yesterday I received my first letter from one of my new pen pals complete with a cute snail mail drawing on the envelope. It’s amazing how something so simple can lift your mood!


This letter was from the lovely Katie who it turns out I have quite a lot in common with – we both are around the same age, we are both married and both have kiddies so there could be plenty to talk about there at least.

As the letter continued it was also revealed that we are both on the larger side of life, both enjoy yoga when trying to rid ourselves of the excess and we are both working on full sleeve tattoos. We also have the same stationary … great minds and all that!


The letter also included a couple of different tea bags which I thought was a lovely touch and it got me to thinking about what I could send in my letters. After a bit of thought and for something a little different, I decided on some cute sew on patches and fridge magnets – some people might see that as a little random but then that fits me quite well. Now I’ve just got to wait for them to be delivered!

What would you send in a letter?

Have a good one,

Deb xox

Busy Day

This morning started with me feeling the hungriest I’ve felt all this pregnancy and like I could drink for a week solid and still not feel that my thirst had been quenched and why? Because I had been told that I was not allowed to take in any foods or fluids that weren’t plain tap water as today was the day of my GTT.

My appointment at the hospital was at 10:15am and when I got there all seemed well but then time just ticked on and nobody had called my (or anyone else’s) name. It turns out that a lady that was due for her GTT was terrified of needles and actually passed out so the nurses and midwives had to check her over and make sure that she was all ok, thankfully she was!

Things started moving after that and I was called in for my first blood draw about 45 minutes later. The nurse found a good vein which spurted blood when struck but then it seems that she might have missed it as the blood just wasn’t getting into the vial without some needle wiggling … joy!

After all three vials were finally drawn I had to drink this weird tasting sugar syrup – it was disgusting! but I got it down me as quickly as I could and was then led out to sit and wait for the necessary two hours with a midwife visit in the middle to break up the wait.

I wasn’t called by the midwife until an hour and three-quarters later but she was lovely and she checked my pee sample, gave me some anti-D, checked my fundal measurements which are a little on the higher side but still within in the expected range, had a feel for where our little one was laying and checked his heartbeat. Everything was perfect from what she could tell and after a little conversation it was also confirmed that I have SPD and they have said that I can be sent for physio if I want. I’ve told them that I’m going to see how I get on but that if it gets any worse that I’ll mention it to my local midwife and get the ball moving on that.

Then I got called in for my final blood draw and after that it was time to grab something to eat!

When we got home I started on writing some more letters for some new pen pals and I wrote out a reply to the first one that I have received which I’ll pop a little post about later.

It was then time to pick Soph up from school to come home for an hour before going back to school for parents evening. I was a little worried about speaking with the teacher because I panic that I don’t do enough to help Soph succeed but from what was said, she is excelling in every topic so I couldn’t be prouder!

All in all, it’s been a busy one and felt a bit non-stop … I think I’m set for bed 🙂

How has your day been?

Hope it’s been a good one!

Deb xox

When Did Walking Get So Hard?!?!

Today I needed to go to the Post Office to mail my first letters for my possible pen pals and what a task that was!



I’m having this odd bruised like feeling on my lower stomach and pubic region and walking is a nightmare. What was going to be a quick 20 minute walk turned into an hour long waddle with a little shopping thrown in for distraction and getting home again was the most magical feeling in the world. I have no clue as to what this pain could be or why it’s happening but I’m at the hospital on Thursday for my GTT (Glucose Tolerance Test for gestational diabetes) so will raise it with one of the nurses there if it’s still a thing.

In other news, we have Sophie-Anne’s parents evening coming up on Thursday and I’m super nervous. I don’t really have a reason to be as every other one we’ve been to has been filled with nothing but praise, but I want her to do well and the fact that I can’t see what she gets up to on a daily basis always gets to me. Is she respectful of her peers and her teachers? Does she socialise well with others? Does she do what she’s told? Does she work hard? I hope so! I guess Thursday will tell…

Other than that, it’s been a pretty chill few days what with it being the weekend and Mothers Day so yeah, not much to report really.

Take care,

Deb xox


New (and old) Hobbies!

So since I have been back for these last few days I have stumbled across some posts that have inspired me to try something new, or something old once again.

I’ll start with the old.

Pen Pals … this is something that I used to love having, and have had to some degree, throughout various parts of my life. I love putting pen to paper and the fact that I can meet people from other walks of life from the comfort of my living room is something that I’ve always found appealing, especially as I’m so awkward face to face!

When I was a child in school we were encouraged to write to someone abroad – being kids, this didn’t last very long but I appreciated and enjoyed it while it did.

When I was quite a lot older, I came across a website where you could write to a prisoner – this isn’t for everyone but I thought I’d give it a go. I opted to send mail to a guy in America who had been arrested for theft (I’d like to point out that I don’t condone what he did!) and he actually turned out to be quite a funny guy who was apologetic for his crime and did seem to see reason. His release date came up and, as I expected, I didn’t hear from him again. I have no idea if he ever reoffended, I really hope that he didn’t because from the things that he wrote, he had ambition and the ability to turn his life around.

I then joined a pen pal programme when my daughter was born where I was paired up with another mum from the same birthing group but that never really took off which was a shame and now I’ve stumbled across a post about The Snail Mail Project which is a group of people looking for pen pals that has been set up on Facebook.


I’ve just received my stationary from Paperchase (I looooove Paperchase but I have to avoid them as much as possible as they too have the ability to leave me broke due to the sheer amount of things of theirs that I just need to have in my life!) in the post today and I’m itching to start writing so I’ll be cracking on with that later. I’m hoping to post updates about how I get on in the group!

Now for the new.

Postcrossing … this is something that I have never heard of before but after coming across a post about Mailbox Friday I thought I’d take a deeper look into what it is. Basically, you sign yourself up to a group of people from around the world and you send postcards to random people and some will send to you. I came across this Postcrossing site and have now signed up. After much ummming and ahhhhing I also settled on a pack of Ladybird book postcards from Amazon as I grew up reading these books through primary school and the pictures really brought back some amazing memories for me.


I now can’t wait for these to arrive so I can get sending! So yeah, I’m also looking to be able to post updates about whatever I might send and receive.

I spoke to my hubby about all of this today and whilst I think he’s sighing and shaking his head at me on the inside, he said that he thinks it’s a quirky thing to do but then he thinks it matches me quite well. I’m good with that!

Do you have any hobbies that you enjoy? Have you got pen pals or do you postcross and if so what are your experiences? I’d love to know!

Happy hobbying … apparently not a word but I’m going with it!

Deb xox

A Belated World Book Day

We managed to get quite the covering of snow last week and Soph’s school was actually shut for Thursday and Friday which meant that World Book Day had to be delayed. When I explained this to Soph, she actually cried and said that she wanted the snow to go away. Now this shocked me as this kid loves snow but she obviously loves having any excuse to dress up more, she also loves going to school, learning, being with her teachers and friends and she especially enjoys reading so the fact that school was shut and that book day was postponed was kind of a big deal for her.

When we got the text through to say that it had been moved to today, Soph was chuffed but then she got the Chickenpox and we didn’t know if she’d be back to school in time for it. We talked it through and I promised her that we would be dressing up today no matter what and that worked for her … and saved my sanity!

So this year the question was asked of who she wanted to dress up like and the answer was Matilda. I loved Roald Dahl books when I was growing up and the fact that she enjoys them too makes me all warm and fuzzy inside!



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This is what we ended up with after a bit of browsing around. We found this costume at George but it looks like they have actually removed it from the site now. It cost £16 if I remember right and the fabric used and quality of the dress is excellent. If you’re looking for costumes maybe have a quick look here to see if they have what you are after – they have lots more costumes available than I ever expected and I’m sure we will be back for more when needed!


She came away from school with a new set of eight Paddington Bear books that she is looking forward to starting after we finish James and the Giant Peach tonight. The closest match to these that I could find (and at the best price) was a ten book set on the BookPeople website which is currently out of stock – I love this site but I can spend far too much money there so I only tend to look around Christmas and birthdays!

What books do you and your kids enjoy? Is there any that you would recommend for us to try?

Happy reading!

Deb xox

Nothing Fits!

For the past couple of weeks I have been noticing that my tops are starting to ride high over my bump, my pj’s may as well not be there with how little of me is covered in a morning after rolling around all night and even the couple of pairs of pregnancy leggings that I had are starting to annoy me. It was finally time for me to get over it and shop.

The problem is that I despise shopping for myself, send me out to get clothes for Soph/Baz or gifts for people and I’m fine but if I have to get myself something I find myself in a foul mood by the end of the day. I hate physically going into shops – I’ve never really enjoyed this as I’m on the bigger side and struggle to find clothing to fit that looks like anything other than a coloured potato sack. The bonus with being on the larger side however, is that most shops are no good for me so it cuts the options and time that I have to spend searching through the racks down to a more manageable amount.

The other reason that I hate shopping in town is that I can’t stand rude people and there always seems to be an abundance of them when you’re out shopping. The ones that irk me the most are the people who barge into you because they just aren’t looking (or don’t care) where they are going, the one’s who push/stand directly in front of you when you’re looking at something on a rack or you’re stood in a queue and the ones who purposefully blow smoke at you and your kid. I’m an ex-smoker myself and I don’t mind when people smoke but DON’T BLOW IT AT ME AND MY CHILD! Turn your head away, it’s not hard to do!

I’m also not a huge fan of shopping because I begrudge spending money on myself. I am lucky enough to have an insanely supportive husband who was, and is happy for me to be a stay at home mum. I find this to be a total luxury as I have been able to watch and help my daughter grow into an amazing little person and I feel incredibly lucky to have been able to be in this position – I owe my hubby the world for the life that he provides us with.

However, as I am a SAHM, I don’t have an income of my own to contribute to any of the bills etc and I get an allowance from the hubby on a monthly basis – which I go through stages of feeling very guilty about. Baz tells me that this is my money and that I can spend it on whatever I like as long as the house contains food and the gas meter is topped up, but other than buying a new £4 book for my Kindle on release day, I don’t tend to spend it on me at all. If I spend anything it will be on a trip out to the cinema for us as a couple, (I know that I benefit from this too but it’s not just for me if you get me?) a take-out treat for the family, or some new clothes for Soph.

This month though, I decided that I actually needed to buy some tops so I hit up New Look online and bought four new maternity vest tops (very basic but they should help see me through to the end of this pregnancy which is all I’m bothered about really) which came to a total of £29.95 including delivery. I don’t feel that this was too bad at all and the only reason I didn’t go into town myself was because our local store doesn’t stock maternity wear – the delivery fee is much cheaper than the train ride into the city so all-in-all I’m quite chuffed with myself.

After trying them on when they were delivered today I found that I really quite like all four tops. The black scoop neck vest is just a simple wardrobe staple for me and the yellow looked more of a darker mustard colour in person which I actually prefer. I like the way the top hangs off my bump with the grey swing vest and the red marl is my favourite of the lot. This seems to be my colour!

So yeah, I’m pretty happy right now which is rare for me when clothing shopping is involved! Everything fits, it all looks how I’d hoped and my ever-growing bump is now nicely tucked away.

Do you enjoy shopping or have you delayed it as much as possible? Have you snagged yourself any decent bargains?

Have a good one,

Deb xox

OBEM is Back!

So One Born Every Minute is back and having just watched it, part of me is feeling all gooey and lovely and the other part is screaming “HOLY SHIT THAT WILL BE ME AGAIN IN JUNE! WHY ARE YOU WATCHING THIS DEB? WHY? WHYYYYYYYY?!?!?”

It is a great show though, I love watching how other women handle birth and I can’t help but compare myself and the birth of my daughter to what is shown. It also gets me wondering how I will handle this labour and delivery too.

With Sophie-Anne I had this awesome birth plan in mind where it would be drug free and all natural – basically I was planning for the best and not really willing to think much outside of that. What I actually got was me getting insanely annoyed with the birthing ball (I wanted to pop that damn thing!) and finding myself in enough pain that they wanted me to try gas and air. I think I practically bit their hands off when they offered it but then when I was trying to use it I was told that I wasn’t taking big enough breaths of it in. I quickly went on to remedy that but felt no difference in the pain department – what I did feel was complete and utter mortification when I went on to projectile vomit across the room towards my midwife … they then took the gas and air away from me and I can’t say as I blame them!

I’d then been in labour long enough that the midwife suggested that I have a shot of diamorphine to help me get some rest. This was totally opposite to what I wanted to do but in the end I was so tired and figured that they knew best … in this case, I feel like they totally did! I managed to get a couple of pain-free hours of rest before moving on to the big event and it was bliss.

Then came the pushing, now on OBEM tonight it showed women giving birth in all sorts of positions, on their knees hugging the top of the bed, on their side and lay on their back. In my pregnancy, Soph’s heart rate started to dip as she had managed to get herself twisted and stuck so the midwife called for a team to assist. In walked about eight medical professionals and one HUGE doctor and what do huge doctors have? … HUGE BLOODY SHOVEL LIKE HANDS! He explained what was going to happen and then the next thing I knew, I was whimpering in pain (my hubby still remembers this sound to this day and doesn’t think he will ever forget it as I am not a whimpering kind of person) as he got his massively oversized hand stuck up there to help her twist. After his help I was able to push her out on my own and very quickly too.

I’m hoping I won’t need help this time around but I know for a fact that when it comes time to push I’ll just ask for the bed handles, get comfy on my back and push like a demon – those handles were EVERYTHING to me last time and they probably saved my hubby from having broken hands. If I can’t have them for whatever reason, I honestly don’t know how I’ll cope.

So again the show got me to thinking, how many women need some form of intervention in their deliveries? How many deliveries are messy like mine was? (there was also a pooping incident thrown in for good measure some time after the vomiting!) Do people throw up often and is it just that they choose not to show the more gross births on the tv? I’ve never really spoken to many people about their birth stories so I have no idea what “normal” is … is normal even a real thing in these situations as I know every pregnancy is different, so why wouldn’t every birth be too?


Well one thing I do know is that even though it’s going to be painful, and possibly very messy again, I can’t actually wait for the birth of our son. Roll on June!

Take care,

Deb xox