Oops I did it again!

And again, I have deserted this blog for months on end, and neglected it whilst I’ve nurtured the growing baby in my belly instead.
I’m now into my 3rd trimester, and after spending the second not really feeling pregnant, due to having plenty of energy, and feeling good, it’s now catching back up with me, as my boobs have turned into HUGE domes, and I am getting kicked to shreds from the inside out.

I’m still at the council, don’t know if they’ll extend my contract which runs out next month, but I’m hoping they do, so that I can at least have a job to go back to one day.

I’m currently suffering with SPD, a pelvic thing, and have physio (my 2nd appointment) coming up this Friday. I’ve also got glucose in my urine, so have to have a GTT test on Friday as well. Not looking forward to that, apparently they not only stab you with needles, they make you drink a disgustingly sickly liquid to see how well you handle it – mmmmmmm.
Right, well it’s way past my bedtime. I’m only up to give the washing time to dry in the dryer. Rock and Roll or what! x

All I want is a room with a view

First of all I feel I should apologise – I am so sorry I’ve been neglecting you all, and not writing anything, but you have to understand, I have been incredibly busy. Sounds pathetic coming from someone who has the whole day off to herself and only works 4 or 4 and a half hours on an evening, but I honestly have. And this is why…..

Not last weekend, but the one before, I received a phonecall from my aunt in Scotland, asking if her and her daughter, and her daughter’s friend could come and stay. Why of course! As you may know, visitors are always welcomed gratefully in my house. The kids love it, I love it, and well, Alex, bless him, doesn’t really have a choice! Ha!

So, the following day, me and the kids met them off their train, and traipsed back home.
Over the course of the following week, I struggled to come up with fresh ideas of where to take them. As my cousin and her friend are 15, I tried to think back to what I was like at that age (my life centred around the Youth Club, boys, my friends and school), and I found I just couldn’t translate that into the modern day equivalent. I ended up feeling so uncool, and old, and boring! It really hit me that I am 30.
Thankfully I managed to think of something that would please most girls of any age.

So we ended up shopping. Lots and lots of glorious shopping. Well, it would have been glorious, but I, unfortunately, ended up getting depressed and wishing I could afford to do more than window shop and gaze longingly at summer dresses and cute sandals, and beautiful bags. Being on a tight budget in order to afford a holiday will be worth it in the end though, so for now, I just have to grin and bear it.

Anyway, so yes, lots of (window) shopping, and then lots of tears when it was time for them to go home.

Then yesterday something happened which completely lifted my spirits and brightened my mood.
I got a phonecall to say I’d been offered a fantastic new job for a large company based on the 18th floor of a building in Manchester, with AMAZING views over the city. The money is great, the job looks great, and I am overjoyed! I just have a few childcare issues to sort out, but we’ll get there eventually.

Talking of childcare issues, today was the last day my kids had at nursery. I was so worried they would end up crying, but instead one of them decided to regress to her baby days by demanding a nap, then weeing herself whilst having said nap.
It made me realise something though; they’ve had a year at this nursery where they haven’t napped or weed themselves at all, so one little slip on their last day was maybe just a reminder of the massive journey they have both taken, and a last little wave goodbye to toddler-dom as they head towards the school gates.

Once upon a fairytale….

Candy Anthony is my new hero! Her dresses are beautiful, and EXACTLY what I want. However, the price tags and her location are far from ideal.

We want to keep our wedding as cheap as possible, but as elegant and classy as we can make it on a budget too. Impossible? Yep, it could well be. But I WANT a Candy Anthony dress to get wed in, and I’m sad that there is no way in the world I’ll be able to afford one at £2000! So now I need an excellent seamstress in the Manchester area to re-create one of these wonders for me, but I know no-one!