Random + Family + Me + Weight Loss = A Mess of A Post

So lets start with the random…

The hubby and I have been talking lately.

I have decided now, after thinking back over my pregnancy and labour (which I’m now convinced really wasn’t that bad at all) that I wouldn’t have minded having another go around if it was possible. If you’ve read my earlier posts you’ll know that we have struggled to conceive along the way but we have managed it and have been incredibly lucky to welcome two beautiful kids into our lives and family. This is two more than we thought we’d have at one point so for me to want more makes me feel incredibly greedy but I love my kids and would love nothing more than to have even more.

My hubby, on the other hand, doesn’t agree. He’s not really a fan of this “baby stage” where they have to depend on you for every single thing in their lives. He enjoys it when the personality starts to shine through and when they can hold a conversation and I guess, be a real person rather than a lump of flesh that cries, coos, drinks and poops.

I also know that he HATES the broken sleep and this is where we actually agree, even though Finn has been quite a good night sleeper and we could have definitely had it much worse!

So what do you do when you don’t agree on having more kids? Well we chatted through it and ended up thinking that we would really like to adopt later on in life when our kids are old enough to understand what adoption is and why we would like to do it and in the meantime … doggies! Not for a while as its hectic enough around here as it is, but later on down the line we would like to bring some four-legged companions into the mix.

Then the problem will be what dogs to get! I’m a fan of breeds like Great Danes, St. Bernards and Dogues de Bordeaux whereas Baz likes English Bull Terriers and Weimaraners. The problem with any of these breeds though, is that Baz has allergies and none of them are hypoallergenic dogs so he either opts for a breed that will be kinder to him, or gets any dog he falls in love with and suffers the consequence! But again, this is all for a later time.

On to the family…

Well Soph has come home from school today missing another tooth … And she then lost it … In the dinner hall! The tooth next to this one is wobbling too and I’m hoping so hard that she loses it before school photos come around on the 10th of next month. I reallllly want a picture of her with a huge happy-gappy grin so fingers crossed it will fall out soon!

Then on to me…

I have started going to college now one night a week to resit my GCSE Maths. I was so nervous about this as I’ve not studied in 18 years, I have zero self-confidence and I don’t do well with new people. That being said, right now I’m enjoying it!

The studying is coming as a bit of a break for me – I now get two and a half hours of “me time” a week and I have to admit, I love it. I mean I constantly worry about the hubby and kids when I’m out, but just doing something for me has proven to be quite freeing. It’s also given my confidence a boost, as right now, I understand what’s happening in class and I can do it, which is nice.

It also has me thinking “what’s next?” And questioning where I want to end up in the future. I’ve always thought that I’m not capable of much, but right now I think that I may want to go on to study a couple of A-levels and maybe even a degree so that I can possibly go into teaching later.

It also gives me a 2.7ish mile walk home which is helping with the weight loss which is the perfect segue too…

The weight loss…

So I weighed in this morning to find that I’d lost 2.2lbs! This shocked me as I felt like I’d eaten terribly throughout the week and I’ve actually felt sluggish and heavier in myself so to lose 2.2 is an excellent result for me this week. With that weight gone I’m so close to the half stone mark and I’m very excited to get there! Fingers crossed that will be done with next week and I can be firmly on the way to the stone mark!

So yeah, it’s a bit of a mash of stuff but that’s me all caught up for now. I will get better at posting regularly … I will! … Well I might … We’ll see 😕

Take care,

Deb xox

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Hi-ho hi-ho…

It’s back to school she goes!

This six weeks holiday has been a bit of a dud for Soph. We managed that first week away but after that, we pretty much functioned around Finn.

As he’s been so bad with his gut – like screaming the fucking house down, our nerves are frazzled and tears have been cried kind of bad – we’ve felt quite restricted as to what we can do and how far we can go as we didn’t want him to suffer whilst we were out and about. That being said, we think we have him sorted now as he’s not seeming to struggle so much after a feed.

Milk and prune juice for breakfast 🤢

So after all the hanging around home and doting on her screeching little brother, I think that she was ready to get a break and a bit of time for herself back at school.

Soph has always loved school, she really enjoys learning new things and she has missed some of her friends and classmates so she was definitely keen to get back for the new year.

This year she started “real” school as she’s now in year one and for some reason that makes her seem so much more grown up! She came home with a brand spanking new reading diary, plenty of stories of what had happened that day and a massive smile on her face.

So excited for school!

Right now when you ask her what she wants to be when she grows up she will tell you that she wants to be a “stage girl”. Shes been obsessed since watching Annie and she’s always singing and dancing around the house.

As if someone was listening to her, we received a leaflet through the door about a theatre school called Razzamataz. They do all sorts of singing, dancing and theatre classes and they are having an open evening next week which I’ve booked her into.

I really hope that she enjoys it and if she does, I’ll get her booked into the class as I think it will be great for her. Learning new skills, gaining confidence, performance experience and making new friends is only going to help her as she grows and if she decides that she does want to pursue a career in the theatre when she’s older, I’ll do whatever I can to help her reach her goals and make her dreams come true.

I wonder what Finn will say he wants to be when he’s five?!?!

Sister and brother loves 😍🥰

I Shouldn’t Care … But I Do!

This is a bit of a pointless venting session for me to try to get my thoughts in order, and one that needs a bit of a back story to go with it, so I’ll rewind to when I was 13 as that is the first moment I remember everything in my life changing.

I had just turned onto our street on my walk home from school and I could hear shouting … I just knew that it was my younger brother. I ran to our house to open the door and found him being pinned to the living room wall by his neck by our dad. It turned out that my brother walked in on my dad chatting to other women online and that was the way my dad decided to deal with it.

Over the next couple of years there were lots of fights, shouting, threats and abuse, my brother and I learned to defend ourselves by giving back as good as we got and we hid it all from our mum until it all came crashing down when I was 15. My dad had one of the women that he had been chatting with coming over to the UK from Australia and whilst she was here, my mum found printed pictures of them together in her hotel room (why were they printed? Probably because he liked to show off his conquest to his friends!) and as you can imagine it all kicked off.

Fast forward a bit and he ran off to Australia to be with the new woman (they are no longer together and from what I understand he was violent towards her too) leaving us behind and my mum in a world of his debt – for all the negatives that came from it, we were happier as a three and my mum worked her arse off to be able to provide for us as he never helped in any way. I admire the hell out of my mum, she’s strong, determined and independent … she’s frackin’ awesome and I love her more than I can express.

It’s now nearly 20 years since he left and in that time my brother and I have both moved out, got married and started our own families with very little to no contact from him in that time, yet on the 26th of June, I received a message from my Auntie who had received a message from him. The message received read as follows…

“Hope you are well. Just heard that Deborah has had a baby boy, wasn’t told but I’m the bastard dad. I’m pretty upset at the moment, but I guess deserve that. I’m so glad your family is great, you deserve it girl I wish you all the happiness in the world, I do have a heart of gold, yes I’ve made mistake in life, but I’m hopefully of building bridges, I really miss you and Brian, you always come in my thoughts. I’ve been ill over the weekend and nearly fainted in the doctors, but thats life hey. I’ve tried to contacts us Deb and Simon. I’m really upset. but thats life hey.. I’m so happy for your family it amazes me good luck and you deserve the best xx” and then “can you send me pictues of the new baby”

At first I just shrugged it off but after stewing on it and reading over it again, I’ve started to feel increasingly pissed about it and here is why…

  • He’d just heard that I’d had a baby boy – yes I’ve had a baby boy but where was this message five and a half years ago when I’d had my baby girl? He was informed that I’d had her by his family members and he even ended up with a picture or two of her that he’d pilfered from someones Facebook account. Now I personally think that my daughter is awesome – she’s beautiful, sassy, smart and really caring so where was her message? What makes my son more important than my daughter? Is it because he’s a boy? No matter what, its pure bullshit as they are both his blood and I’m super pissed on her behalf.
  • He wasn’t told – well why would I tell him that I’m having a kid when I’ve not spoken to him in nearly two decades? Why would I have told his family members when they have all treated us as non-existent since he left?
  • He’s the bastard dad – It might sound harsh but, yeah! He was the one who beat his kids, called us names, spat on me, cheated on my mum, left her in a financial shit hole, threatened to force her to sell our house, made sure in the divorce that he would never have my mum see a penny from him including missed child support. It doesn’t stack up to him being dad of the year does it?
  • He has a heart of gold – see above!
  • He has made mistakes in life – damn right, yet my mum taught me that when you make a mistake, you apologise and try to better yourself. He has never once apologised to me, my brother or my mum for how he acted and treated us and I won’t be holding my breath that that will ever change.
  • He has been ill and nearly fainted – I don’t wish ill on the man but I do remember back to previous discussions with us when he first left where he always managed to tell us how he had been ill in some way. He was always a hypochondriac and none of his illnesses were ever proven. It just started to feel like he used the same line to try and garner sympathy. Sadly, my view on this has become tainted and now I struggle to believe or feel sympathy for him.
  • He has tried to contact me and my brother – Absolute crap! I recently received a friend request on Facebook but I don’t class that as trying to make contact. Trying includes effort, a click of a mouse is not effort. He could have sent a message through Facebook, he could have sent a letter to my mums house, he could have probably got a message to me at my address as his family are aware of where I live but no – he clicked a button and called it done.

So why am I letting this get to me now?

I struggled for a long time with abandonment and trust issues and I still find that I’m a little wary around some people now, my experience seems to have changed how I see people as I instantly threat assess them. I also put my hubby through quite a bit of shit at the start of our relationship because of my hang-ups, but over time that dissipated thanks to how my hubby treated me. Thinking on it now, I don’t feel upset like I used to so I don’t feel like this is a resurfacing abandonment issue – I truly feel like I’ve put that behind me, but when I think about it with regards to my kids I start to see red!

I hate that my kids don’t know their grandad as in an ideal world all would be well and they would, but at the same time, he has never chosen to make himself known to them. He has had five years to send a simple birthday or Christmas card for Soph, he’s had five years to send a Facebook message asking about her, yet that was never done. Even if he was around … I don’t and wouldn’t trust him. He was willing and able to hit his children with a fist and because of this I’d never trust him around my kids because he could do the same to them and I’d never forgive myself if that ever happened.

I hate that he has asked for my Auntie to send him pictures of the “new baby” Firstly, he’s putting her in an awkward situation but also, why does he want pictures of him? Why hasn’t he asked for pictures of them both? What does he want to do with them? Will he just flaunt them around making himself out to be Grandad of the year?

I find it all to be bizarre, the timing of it has offended me, the picking and choosing between my kids has angered me, the going through a third-party makes me feel that he’s being sly. Overall, I don’t like it and I think that this makes me feel even more secure in having him out of our lives.

So yeah, a bit of a vent but at the end of it all, I think that I have everything straight in my mind!

Summer Holiday Fun

Don’t you just hate when you go away and don’t take nearly as many pictures as you planned or hoped to? Normally, I’m crazy snap happy but this time, having an eight week old needing lots of attention and living my life in somewhat restricted four-hour cycles, I didn’t really manage it. I’m a little gutted that I don’t have more memories to look back on but we had a fantastic time together!

So right now, we always go on holiday to Butlins in Skegness. It’s not too far away from home so the kids can handle the journey, it’s by the beach and there are an insane amount of things to do there so Soph is always entertained and has a blast. As Butlins has turned into a sort of family tradition for us, so has me taking a picture on the beach of Soph and her daddy walking down towards the sea. I try to remember to take this picture every time we hit a beach as I find it a cute way to document how she grows. This year Finn is in the mix, not that you can see him, as he’s strapped to his daddies chest in a Baby Bjorn (which he now thinks is the best thing ever by the way!) so now I get to continue on and snap both of my kiddies grow up in this way, which I adore!

We had a fab time this year, we went swimming and took Finn in for his first ever dip too which he seemed to love, watched their Cinderella Rocks panto (which was really well done!), spent a ton of cash in the arcades winning very few prizes on the 2p machines, drank a ton of slushies, had a boogie, hit the beach and ate some lovely food. The time just seemed to melt away though and the week was over before we knew it but we have already booked to head back next year which I’m already counting down for!

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After a few days of chilling at home, Soph, Finn and I took a trip to Matlock Bath with my mum. We love it at Matlock, there are arcades (we emptied the 2p machines of keyrings!), loads of yummy treats in the various sweet shops, a couple of parks to play on, yummy food to munch, loads of motorbikes to look at as it’s a biker haven and some lovely little places to walk around – it’s not for everyone but I’ve been coming here since I was a kid and think I’ll always have a soft spot for it.

We are hoping to get to a couple more places over the school holidays but we will see if we manage it, even if we don’t we’ve had a fab time so far – I’m just really looking forward to Finn being a bit older so that he can join in and so that Soph isn’t so limited to what she can do!

Do you have a favourite place to holiday each year?

Happy summer holidays,

Deb xox

Belated He’s Here Post!!!

So my life has been insanely different these past weeks and whilst at times it has felt a little overwhelming, I’m loving every second! This will probably be a long post as it’s been just over nine weeks since I last posted and we’ve had quite a lot going on. So lets start at the start…

Birth Story!

On the 10th of June I was 3 days overdue and starting to feel more regular, but mild, contractions. I thought nothing much of it until I had just cooked us all our evening meal and my waters broke just as I’d sat down to eat. In my pregnancy with Soph, I didn’t know my waters had broken as they went as I was projectile vomiting in hospital after trying the gas and air (I’m a classy bird!) but this time I felt the most strange bulging sensation and I swear I even heard the pop of them going. I shouted to my hubby that I thought they’d gone and waddled my way to the loo, jeans soaked, not knowing if I should laugh or cry, to check what was going on. Soph had previously done a doo in me so I checked my waters and I found that her brother had took a crap too, so I rang the delivery unit at hospital who wanted me to come in so that they could check me over.

We dropped Soph over to my mums who was able to look after her for us (the woman is a legend!) and made our way up to hospital where I was checked over at around 7pm and admitted to the delivery suite at 7:15pm as there was definitely meconium in my waters. This was it, this baby was coming at some point soon!

When I was put into a room I was given a check to see how dilated I was and at that point I was only 2cm. I was told that they wanted to start my labour off but wanted to check with a doctor on how to proceed so I was hooked up to the monitor to check baby over and left alone for a little while.

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It was at this point that the contractions started to come more regularly and with a bit more force but I found watching them on the readout took my mind off of things a bit. Annoyingly, I was soon taken off of the monitor and told that I would be re-examined at midnight and depending on my progress, put on to an IV drip to speed up my labour.

The pain began to increase quite rapidly a little while later and when the midwife came back to see me at around 10pm I asked what my options were for pain relief. I was told that I’d probably be in labour for quite some time to come and to go without pain relief (diamorphine) for as long as possible as they can only give it me every so often. I spoke with Baz at this point who had pointed out that I’d already managed to make it half way to my next check at midnight, and together we decided that I’d just keep going as long as I could. I could see that he was worried about me though, as with every contraction he was now reminding me to breathe and I was shaking my legs so hard the entire bed was rattling.

I managed another hour but then I had what I thought was the need to push but thought that couldn’t be right as I was expected (and expecting) to be going a lot longer at this point. The feeling didn’t subside so I relented and used the call button. When a different midwife came in (mine was on dinner break) I explained that I felt ready to push and she gave me a quick look over and decided that I was only 8cm so not quite there yet. Within the space of a single contraction she watched me dilate further and at that point it was go time.

When it came time to push I was like a woman possessed, I wasn’t given anything to hold on to so I used the back of the bed and ended up yanking the thing so hard that my arms were screaming for the next few days! I was also really concerned for Baz as I could just hear him breathing really heavily over my left side whilst he was helping brace my leg. I don’t know what the difference was for him this time compared to our last pregnancy, but he really seemed to take this one quite a bit harder and was much more worried about me. Anyways, at 11:13pm our son’s head had crowned and Finnick William was welcomed into the world at 11:14pm with no pain medication and no medical intervention. I ended up with a small tear to my labia which needed stitching and a “moderate” amount of blood loss and Hulk arms but other than that, all was well.

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My first picture with Finn
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A very drained daddy!

They gave Finn a check over and he was perfect, weighing in at 7lbs 4oz like his sister! They popped a red hat on him as he was classed as high risk due to my thyroid and then came time to try to feed him. I really wanted to try and breastfeed again as I didn’t manage it with Soph but frustratingly, it was not meant to be. I couldn’t get him to latch after a good while of trying and neither could the lactation consultant. Due to both of our upset, I began to express into a cup and used a syringe to feed him … just like his sister, with the promise to keep trying to get him on the breast. Sadly, this didn’t happen – it turns out that Finnick has a tongue tie which causes his tongue to not be able to roll correctly in order to feed from the nipple so I decided to express and fed him from a bottle.

We were expecting to be held in hospital for a good couple of days due to monitoring like last time but they turfed me out the next afternoon, just after Soph had arrived for a visit with me and her new little brother. She said that she loved him straight away but she wouldn’t hold him as he was too small and she was scared.

I was later seen back at home by a community midwife who decided to send us to see a lactation specialist as she believed that Finn would need to have his tie cut due to potential speech problems later on. We met with the specialist who explained that he could have his tongue tie cut so that he could feed from the nipple but that there was no proof that the tie would cause him trouble with his speech. I myself have a tongue tie and I’ve never had any problems with speech and as I was expressing well, and he was content with feeding from the bottle, we decided against it especially as the specialist pointed out that getting him back to the nipple could be incredibly hard work and my confidence was already shot from not being able to get him or his sister to latch naturally.

Fast forwards to now and he is totally off of my breast milk which I am somewhat gutted about. The reason for this is that he has been suffering with some awful colic and we have hated seeing him writhing around in so much pain. We were using Infacol which wasn’t seeming to be helping so the community midwife told us to try Dentinox instead. She also explained that he may have a “lactose immaturity” and to try Colief which helps to reduce the amount of lactose in milk. We started using both of these products and after a week or so, things had improved but he was still suffering really badly and all I could think was that it was because of my milk. We then decided to pop him onto comfort formula milk and the change in him was crazy! He still suffers with colic but it is nowhere near what it was like, however, we have found that being on formula milk seemed to back him up, so after reading around tons of forums I decided to add 1/2 an ounce of prune juice to one bottle a day and so far it has helped him pass his poops much easier and he isn’t getting distressed having them build up for a few days at a time.

So yeah, we are currently enjoying lazy days due to it being the summer holidays and trying to get to grips with having two little people who need and want our attention at all times. It has been a challenge at times getting schedules in place for the school run and getting things done around the house but we are slowly but surely getting there. It might be a little chaotic at times, but I wouldn’t change it for the world!

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A Long Overdue Catch Up

I can’t believe how long it has been since I last posted! It has felt like very little has happened since I was last here, but when I sit and think about it, more has happened than I realised.

The most important thing is that Soph lost her first tooth! It was quite dramatic waiting for this little thing to drop from her mouth as it took aaaaaaages but she was much better about it than I imagined that she would be. She actually woke me up in the middle of the night to say that it had come out when she took a drink from her bottle, but as I was half asleep, we decided that the tooth would have to wait for the next night as the tooth fairy had already done her rounds!

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Soph is probably the 5th or so kid to lose a tooth from her class now and the pressure to match up with what others have been doing is real – did you know that the going rate for a front tooth now is £5, and apparently, when a back tooth comes out it’s £10?!?!?! TEN POUNDS?!?!?!?! I used to get 50p if I remember correctly.

Well like a sap, I caved to the peer pressure and Soph now has a lovely, crisp £5 note in her purse and she’s happy as can be.

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In baby related news, I have just under 5 weeks until my due date and the days are passing by quickly.

I have been measured and this little man is currently sitting on the 95th percentile so that could be fun! He’s also head down, but not yet engaged. I’ve been weighed and have put on a stone and a half … eeeek! Add that to me already working on losing weight before the pregnancy and that’s now plenty for me to work off after! (I’ll worry about that after he’s here and settled) I’ve had my Thyroid monitored and it has managed very well throughout the pregnancy according to my consultant, my dose hasn’t needed to be raised and all seems well enough that I no longer need to go to hospital for any further appointments. I had my GTT (don’t remember if I previously posted about that) and all was well there too – which the consultant was not expecting as she told me she’d expect to see me in diabetic clinic.

Sleep has been a nightmare, I’ve been regularly getting cramp in my legs and feet which wake me up and I’ve been sleeping in a funny position or tensing in some way so that I have headaches most mornings. I have SPD so turning over in bed and getting dressed/undressed has been an absolute horror at times and last night I woke up at 3am with awful period like cramps and a sore lower back – I never had any of this with Soph so I was scared shitless but then I fell back to sleep after an hour and a half and haven’t had any more pain up until this point where my lower back has started to get sore again – I’ll keep an eye on that!

A positive thing that has happened is that now that he’s running out of room, I can feel him moving around so much better which is a massive relief to me as I had many days of worrying that I’d not felt him enough, or at all, due to the placement of my placenta.

Other than that, it’s been pretty plain sailing and there’s not much to report. We have pretty much everything we can think of that we may need for him and my bags are packed and waiting. I have the midwife coming around next week to discuss my birthing plan (give me handles on the bed for when I need to push and whatever drugs I need that won’t make me throw up like last time please!) and then I think the next time I’ll see her is pretty much when I’m due to give birth. The countdown is definitely on!

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In other random news, we lost our cat Wookiee for a couple of days – he planned an elaborate escape, well elaborate for him anyways as he’s a lazy sod of a house cat … he nipped out the back door when I was cooking and not watching, I shut and locked him out and he had two days of exploration in the rain before we found him under some trees in the next garden over just meowing pathetically waiting for someone to come and get him. The little bugger had me crawling under a fence to fetch him and he’s not left my side since!

Lastly, tomorrow is date night for us grown-up’s and we are off to see Avengers: Infinity War. I’ve been itching to see this since it was released but haven’t been able to get to a showing before now so I’m really looking forward to a night out with the hubby. I think we are also both looking forward to not having to dodge spoilers all over the place too!

But yeah, that’s about it for now I guess.

Do you have anything nice planned for the Bank Holiday weekend?

Have a good one,

Deb xox

 

Post-Weekend Catch Up

This weekend we finally made it to my in-laws house. There was no snow to contend with and everything was going as planned however, in the run up to Sunday, Soph got a bit sick. Now when I say a bit sick I mean she projectile vomited all over the kitchen floor after saying her tummy hurt. I then proceeded to rush her to the bathroom when she decided that she was done and put the lid down only to then chuck up all over it, the floor and the wall. This kid has shit aim … unless she was aiming for everything in sight – if she was then she totally nailed it!

Soph still isn’t back to her normal bubbly self so we are keeping an eye on her and booking her on to see a doctor if she doesn’t improve but right now, with the symptoms she’s displaying, we think she has some constipation going on. I feel awful for her, I hate when she’s not her normal happy, chatty self and she’s had one thing after another what with colds, chicken pox and now this. She feels so sorry for herself and I totally get it!

In lighter news, we have had to do a little craft project for Easter at school. The task was to hard boil an egg and decorate it to whatever theme you like. Soph decided to go for a Frozen theme and this is what she ended up with…

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As she is only 5 she hasn’t quite got the hang of plaits yet so I did the hair and I cut the plastic bottles to make the body shape but she did pretty much everything else herself so she was quite chuffed with the result.

I do love the craft projects at school but at the same time they, or really some of the other parents, drive me insane when they come about. Sorry, there’s a mum moan coming! I hate when parents say they can’t be bothered to do the craft task with their kids as they aren’t crafty themselves, I hate that when we go in to present these things with the kids that there are always a couple (and usually the same couple) of kids who have no crafty make to show to the class, I hate looking at their upset little faces when they realise that they can’t join in with their friends and show off their own project, I hate that parents can’t take half a fucking hour to make something, even if it is the shittiest something you ever did see, with their kid so that they can at least contribute SOMETHING to the day. I hate parents that don’t try in the slightest …. grrrrrr!

Sorry rant over!

Other than the crafting and visiting family, Soph and I have been writing more letters to our new pen pals and sending more postcards to random people around the globe. I’m waiting until we start to receive things back now before posting on that subject again but I will just say that the little sticky flowers that I bought Soph for keeping track of where our postcards were sent from arrived today and that has just made her all the more excited to get started. Hopefully we will be getting something through soon enough 🙂

Right, well time is a tickin’ and The Walking Dead awaits. Do you watch it? What do you think to this season?

Take care,

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.

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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

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!

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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