The Holiday is Over…

and I feel like we need another to get over this one!

It was manic, it never felt like we sat still, it was exhausting at times and yet it was absolutely brilliant.

We headed over to Butlins in Skegness for a week and though it rained every day, we never got caught in it. We spent times on the fair, went into Skegness where we ate doughnuts and ice cream by the sea – which is a tradition in our family, we walked into Ingoldmells where Sophie-Anne got to hold an owl called Wheezy, we went swimming, queued for an insanely long time to go and see Stephen Mulhern in his variety and magic show (totally worth it unless you ask my hubby who will say not so much but he’s not a fan so his vote doesn’t count here – it was great fun) we ate tons of junk, flew a kite on the beach, went for a paddle, Soph fought a pirate and won, we won some tat from the 2p machines, went to the circus, spent a ton of money and overall had such an awesome time that we booked to go back again next year but this time we will be adding my brother, sister-in-law and their two kids into the mix … it’s going to be hectic and I can’t wait!

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One thing that I saw very clearly on this holiday though is that Sophie-Anne would really love to have a sibling. She was always looking for someone to play with and I felt rotten that we haven’t provided that for her – next year will be different as she will have her cousins to play with but I don’t think anything would beat her having a little brother or sister of her own. She dotes on her younger cousin so I know she’d be an awesome big sister and she always tells me that she’d like a sister – she doesn’t want a brother but she knows that she can’t pick and she told me she’d love him anyways – hopefully I’ll be able to get myself sorted and fill this little void she has while giving us the new family member that we crave too.

So now the holiday is out of the way we are gearing up for Soph starting back at school then there are a few birthdays and before we know it, it will be Christmas. Let the countdown begin!

Have a good one,

Deb xox

 

School’s Out

So today was the last day of nursery for my little munchkin! I had built it up in my head to be this really emotional day but it was incredibly underwhelming to be honest. She was very chill about it all, none of the kids seemed that fussed – I think us parents were more worked up about it all!

I figured that taking a picture on her last would be fitting seeing as how I documented her first day at nursery and this picture made me realise just how much she has changed throughout the year, she looks so grown up now! I’ve loved watching her grow into herself, she’s hilarious, moody, demanding, loving, caring, friendly, inquisitive and a million other things and I couldn’t be prouder of her. I love her more than I can explain and I can’t wait to see what the future brings for her.

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Now I’m just looking around for ideas on where I can take her and what we can do until she goes back for her reception year in September.

I’m toying with the idea of taking her to our local Pride march this weekend as it is important to me that she embraces people from all walks of life and that she realises that love between two people, no matter their sexual orientation, race, religion or anything else in-between is important, real and should be respected – sadly, I wasn’t brought up that way, my dad was quite the bigot. I remember one time my younger brother and I went to visit him and for some reason we ended up at a pride parade. There was this float of a HUUUUUGE cock complete with piercing which I thought was hilarious but then he got all pissy and we had to leave not long after that. I remember being so disappointed in him and how he acted and I don’t ever want my daughter to feel that way about me if I can help it.

I’m also looking at going to a bounce-house, the beach in the city centre, the cinema, parks, craft workshops, the library etc. and we have a holiday at Butlins to look forward to – it’s shaping up to be a busy six weeks! What are you doing with your kids over the holidays?

 

Catching Up

It’s been a few days since I posted as not much has happened really. Exercise has been going well, food consumption has been monitored and kept within budget and my weight has dropped by a further 1.8 lbs. I’m not disappointed with this, as they say “A loss is a loss” but in all honesty, I was hoping for a little more. Weekends are definitely not my friend though, and annoyingly enough, two out of three weekends will remain out of my control with regards to what is cooked and how. I’m just going to have to work harder on portion control and resisting snacks on those days.

Tonight at the gym it’s Boditrax night. I’m anxious to see what the results on there are as it’s been two weeks of doing pure cardio and I’m wondering just how much of a difference it, along with monitored eating, has made.

In other news, my daughters school year is wrapping up tomorrow and we are quite excited for the six weeks summer holiday. Soph (that’s my daughter) is also looking forward to pick-up tonight as we are taking in presents for her teachers – she loves to give gifts so I can’t wait to see her face when she hands them out this afternoon. Tomorrow is also a non-uniform day and they are the best kind of school days for her … four year old’s are impressed by the simplest of things!

Well, I guess that’s it for now,

Be good,

Deb x

She’s Growing Up

Today is the day that my daughter went up into her reception class from the school nursery for a trial and to meet her teacher for the new school year. To say she was excited is the understatement of the year, especially now that we have found out that her current teacher is moving up with her – she giggled so hard with excitement and then she started to cry with happiness. She adores her teacher (as do I) and the fact that she is going to be with her next year seems to have made this transitional day much easier on her … and me!

So when her time at school was up for the day we decided to head into town to grab some thank you cards for her teacher, the other group teachers and the teaching assistants in her classroom as she seems to do activities with all of them. I also bought a box of chocolates for each of them and made a paper cut for her lead teacher.

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My hubby tells me that I’m a bit of a “try hard” when it comes to things like this but the way I see it is that my daughter has come along so much whilst being in this class and I really feel that the teachers deserve to know how much I appreciate what they do for her, and how much she appreciates them too.

We also received a school report and I was so proud. It turns out that she is doing very well in class herself, but that she also helps her peers when they struggle. I have tried to drill into her how important kindness and friendship are, and as of right now, it seems to be paying off. Long may it continue!

She came home at the end of the day with a plan on how we are going to integrate full days at school into her life in September as they say it can be a bit of a shock for the kids. I guess that is quite a massive change to go straight into having a full day at school from only being there for three hours a day previously. I have a feeling that my daughter will be fine being a school for the extended time as she loves it there but I’m glad that they don’t just chuck them in the deep end.

We also have a diary to fill in with reports and pictures of all of the things we get up to over the summer holidays so that the kids can talk about it all when they go back to school – you’d think that she was given a brick of gold with how she reacted when she saw it! She’s already begging to fill it in with doodles and things and the holidays don’t even start for another couple of weeks. I was already planning on doing things with her over the holiday but now I feel like have to try to find as many things to do with her as I can – at least we will be having lots of fun together … I can’t wait!

Thanks for reading,

Deb

Square One

So a bit of history is probably the way to start this blog off. This could go on for a while so I’ll aim to keep it short and sweet.

My hubby and I met when I started temping at the company that he worked for. We started chatting, moved on to dating, bought a house together, got hitched in Vegas …

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Hitched in 2011 wearing a three piece suit and fully fitted dress in 40 degree heat. Awesome day and holiday!

and started to try for a baby.

Sadly the trying for a baby thing wasn’t as easy as we hoped it would be, my periods were all over the place, I wasn’t ovulating and it just wasn’t happening for us so we went to the doctor to see what was what. After a few tests I was diagnosed with “unexplained infertility” and sent to see a fertility specialist at the hospital. More tests were performed and the specialist I saw decided that I’d need Clomid and Provera to start our medically assisted baby making journey. I was prescribed a years worth of medication but when I went to the pharmacy to get my pills they refused to give them to me because of the length of the prescription.

We then headed back to our GP who assessed the matter, gave me a revised prescription for three months and told me to book another appointment for a couple of months down the line.┬áThe first month passed and I began to ovulate but we didn’t manage to conceive, the second month came and again, I ovulated but didn’t conceive. Now it was time to head back to the GP. He told me that as we hadn’t conceived that we were being referred to the IVF clinic and that I wasn’t to bother taking the last months worth of Clomid. My hubby and mum both told me to take the meds that I had left, so like the good wife and daughter (and bad patient) that I am, I took the tablets that I had left and attended my appointment with the IVF team.

At the appointment we were told that my hubby would need to provide a semen sample for analysis and that I’d need a HSG before we could progress so everything was booked in and the wait began. The day of the HSG test came and before the test could be run a pregnancy test would need to be done to make sure that I wasn’t pregnant as this test would not be administered if I was. Imagine our shock when the test came back positive! The last months worth of Clomid, some charting, OPK’s, Preseed and good ol’ nookie created our amazing, perfect little girl. She’s my everything and I love her more than I can explain.

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My squidgy dumpling getting her first ever cuddle as a newborn!

So why do you want another child? I hear you ask – well I always pictured myself having two or three kiddies and my daughter has also said that she would love a sister … a brother is acceptable and she’d love him just as much but a sister is her preference.

Fast forward to now and I am not ovulating again, I went back to a GP who referred me straight up to the hospital. I finally had a HSG done and all was well and after further testing my diagnosis of “unexplained infertility” morphed into “low ovarian reserve”. The specialist told me that she would be willing to provide me with Clomid and Provera again but only when I got my BMI down to 30 or less. I’m currently at 37 and need to lose around 45lbs. I have now been discharged from her care until I can manage my weight.

I’ve joined a gym and now use Boditrax to monitor my body but so far any fat that I have lost has been gained back in muscle.

I’ve since been back to the GP who has given me strict instructions to only focus on cardio even when I’ve been told that I need to build muscle to then burn more fat and to skip carbs after 6pm. I don’t know how well I’ll do on the cutting out of the carbs but I’ll definitely be calorie counting and portion controlling in an attempt to lose the weight that I need to and more.

So that’s where I’m at right now, lets see where I end up!