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.
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.
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?!?!
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!
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.
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!
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?
So it’s been about 97 days since my last post and I think it is definitely time for a catch up! It has been a crazy and, at times, hard 97 days filled with kid’s birthday parties, chickenpox, school runs, school-run-mum drama, plenty of tv watching and cinema trips, general day-to-day life experiences and complete and utter shock but overall it’s been pretty damn good!
So where to start?
Well the one year gym membership is over and at this time has not been renewed. I’m hoping that we will renew or maybe find a new gym or some other way to exercise together later but right now I’ve been struggling with my knee (I’ve somehow managed to bruise the inside of it and the doctor I saw said he doesn’t understand how I’ve managed it – he also had no way of fixing it and didn’t want to refer me. The problem resolved itself after a few weeks of me hobbling around but has since come back a number of times. I’ve now found that if I stretch my knee in a certain way that I can seem to reverse the pain of it, so that’s where I’m at with that right now!) and have found that we weren’t going so rather than waste money, we’ve called it quits for a bit. I enjoyed going to the gym but found that the one we attended didn’t want to get too involved with helping you make or hit targets, we’d never been given a plan to workout by and when we asked about diets, we were given a speech on how the government is causing us cancer and the only thing we should do is go vegan with protein shakes added in. I’ll admit, I have looked into trying a vegan lifestyle in the past but right now I don’t think I’d manage it … it may be something that I come back to in the future but if you have or know of any decent vegan recipes then please feel free to send them my way so i can give them a go!
The worst thing we’ve had to go through is Soph getting the Chickenpox.
Our little Calamine ghost!
Day 3 of chickenpox
It has been doing the rounds at school and we knew that it was coming but it’s a bugger nonetheless! We got a text from one of the school mums saying that her daughter’s birthday party was cancelled this weekend as she has developed Chickenpox and the very next day, Soph woke up with two fluid filled spots on her head. We were thinking that we may have been lucky and that she’d be one of the people who is lucky enough to just have a few spots but by the next morning she had a good covering of them! They were in her ears, around her eyes, in her mouth and in her more intimate areas – the poor kid was miserable and I felt awful for her! We have been popping her in bicarb baths after reading that it helps with itching and I can honestly say that she has not itched once on her body, her head is a different matter but she’s doing well at not scratching. They are mostly scabbed over now so it won’t be much longer until she’s back at school and she’s really looking forward to that, especially as World Book Day has been pushed back due to the snow and this kid loves having a reason to dress up!
The cutest thing that we’ve experienced is Sophie-Anne’s Christmas play. She was a hen and she totally nailed all of the songs and dances, she got her lines out really clearly and she helped her friends remember their cues … it was adorable and she has since decided that she wants to be on stage when she’s older. She’s five so I know that this dream of hers will probably change a million and one times but I’m good with it!
The most celebrated thing that we experienced was Soph turning 5! She had a blast with a party at her favourite soft play centre and she invited twenty of her school friends to join her. Every year the hubby and I buy her presents between us but we have started to buy her an individual present from each of us to make it a little extra special. This year she got a new Ted Baker dress from her daddy as she loves to twirl in pretty dresses and her first ring from Pandora from me as she admires my diamond engagement ring and told me she’d like one the same as she likes to match me (melt my heart kid! Melt. My. Heart!) so whilst I wouldn’t buy her a ring quite like mine, I did find her one that had a “diamond” in a cute heart setting that she seems quite taken with so I’ll class that as a win!
The most unbelievable and amazing thing to happen is that we found out that I am pregnant!!!!!!
As I mentioned in a previous post, my cycles had always been all over the place but they had started to become more regular since we hit the gym and lost a bit of weight. Well, my now somewhat regular period didn’t come so I figured I’d take a test just to check. I got a cheapie from Poundland and was insanely shocked to find that there were two lines on that sucker. As it was just a cheapie I decided that it wasn’t going to be as reliable as other makes, so I got myself a Tesco one and that came up positive too. My hubby didn’t want to let himself believe it so we then moved on to a Clearblue digital and that came up positive, then my mum wanted me to check again so she got me a First Response test, and that too was a positive … and a strong one at that!
I had been having some abdominal pains for a while (another thing being looked into with a doctor where no reasons were found) and they decided to send me up to the EPU for a scan. I was nervous as anything and truly terrified when the lady before me had to be ushered into a “quiet room” after her scan had not shown positive things – I felt so sad for her and can’t imagine how it must feel to see your baby on a screen to only be told that you’ll never be able to hold them! It was then my turn and after a quick external scan they found this…
I was told that I was 6 weeks and a day pregnant and sent on my way with smiles and congratulations all around. Even seeing this little dot, I still couldn’t get my head around the fact that I was pregnant, all I could think was how the doctor said it wouldn’t happen on its own. I felt like it was some kind of joke and even though I was happy, I found it really hard to show it as I kept thinking that I’d be told that they were wrong and this baby would be snatched away from me.
Fast forward a few more weeks and I met with my midwife where I still couldn’t believe that this was happening. I got referred on for my 12 week scan and then felt like I’d been smacked in the face when this little baby … OUR little baby, was shown up on screen.
My hubby couldn’t attend this scan as it was his last day of work for his old employer but my mum came with me. I’m so glad that I got to share that with her as her face was a picture, especially when they showed us a view of just their little feet – I think that was the moment that I let myself fall in love with this child. So the dot had grown into a baby and I finally found myself believing in what I was seeing and being told. I felt so lucky and excited and still do at this point now. I’ve since been for my 20 week scan with my hubby and daughter and everyone was thrilled to see our new addition doing well.
When asked what she’d like the baby to be, Soph decided on a girl to which the technician replied “uhhhh ohhhh”. So it would appear that we are having a boy and whilst it’s not what Soph decided on, she (and we) are more than happy with the result.
I’m currently 26+6 days pregnant and our due date is June 7th 2018 and I cannot wait for that day to come so that our family of three can become an awesome foursome!
So yeah, that’s pretty much the main things that have happened in my 97 day absence. I’m hoping not to leave it so long between posts but we will see how that goes! now it’s time to catch up with the posts that I’ve missed!
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!
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!
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.
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?
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!
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.
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!
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 …
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. The 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.
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!