Small Achievements That Seem Like Mountains

In case this is the first post you’ve read of mine, I had a C-Section just over a week ago. Part of the recovery is to get up and get moving but not to over do it. You’re only allowed to lift your baby for a while and nothing else (a challenge when you now live with three boys but thankfully my Mum had been on hand to help and a few friends have done washing or things like that for us too).

They are sort of silly and they aren’t massive achievements like running a PB at a running competition, climbing Ben Nevis or the Tri Peaks for charity or lifting your PB at Crossfit Training but to me they do make a difference.

On Monday we went to the Children’s Centre to see the midwife, her day wasn’t going to plan and when given the option to get out of the house for a bit after 2 and a bit days in hospital and two days pretty much in the confines of the house i was jumping at the chance to get out lol. We were sat in the reception and she was running a little late, and of course at that moment in time, Jaxon decided he needed a feed – well there’s only one thing for it.

Achievement Number One: Breastfeeding in a public place (that’s not a hospital).

Jaxon was getting more and more worked up as he was too hot in the onesie he was in but he was also hungry so needed food too. With some assistance from my Mum we stripped him off so he was just in his nappy and then got him into a short sleeved onesie. He cooled down instantly and just seemed happier – he latched on pretty much straight away after that – but I was bricking it! First time in public I was glad my Mum was there to sort of hold my hand – I think if I’d have been on my own I’d have gone and found somewhere to hide!

Achievement Number Two: Breastfeed at my Grandparents house

Yesterday after registering Jaxon’s birth we went to my Grandma’s house to wish her Happy Birthday and drop off cards and presents. She was excited that she got to see Jaxon on her birthday too. While we were there Jaxon was getting hungry and needed a feed. I asked could I go sit in the spare room to feed him, rather than everyone evacuating the living room for me. Well before I could get everything together my Grandad had gone into the kitchen, Grandma had gone to get something from another room and we were left to feed in one of the comfy chairs. When I was settled (and had a muslin to cover up) everyone came back in and we continued to chat about Grandma’s birthday and who had been asking after Jaxon and I amongst other things.

Jaxon, are you comfy?

Achievement Number Three: Walk to the supermarket and back (and manage to remember all the shopping before leaving the supermarket!)

Yesterday afternoon I decided that I was going to walk to the supermarket. It’s about a mile round trip but given the last week it was a goal that I could achieve and my Mum was on hand to come rescue me if I really couldn’t manage to get myself home or if there was a problem. By the looks of it including walking round the store it took me an hour. It certainly didn’t feel like it took that long but I guess that was good that I wasn’t rushing it.

Currently…14th July


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Baby!! He does funny things like twitching in his sleep and clapping his hands together. Watching his little face as he dreams.

Notes and notes and notes from the midwifes and other professionals. Also started reading the New Testament from the beginning when feeding. Got most of Matthew Chapter 1 done yesterday.

To the cute noises that Jaxon makes while he sleeps. Listening to his breathing too.

Erm, not a lot lol. I moved my bag upstairs but haven’t touched my crochet since Wednesday. I’ve starting writing thank you letters, I guess that’s making something. Also have been taking heaps of photos.

Tired but so happy. Had a meltdown on Saturday but all in all I’m positive. I spoke to the breastfeeding helpline yesterday and they gave me some good tips that seem to be working.

Not a lot – it tends to be what we’re doing that day or the next day. Lots of friends want to meet Jaxon. The in laws came on Friday. The Fairies came on Saturday before dashing off to dance class. V, Bex and Bex’s little boy popped in on their way past. The in laws and my Grandparents came by yesterday. There’s a few people who are possibly coming by in the week to visit us but we’ll play that day by day depending on how things are going.

The snuggles I get with Jaxon. The way he holds his hands when I breastfeed (or attempt to!). The way that Chris scoops him up and cares for him. He pulls faces and makes funny noises when Jaxon starts to get grumpy. I just can’t wait until Jaxon can respond and laugh back at Daddy’s silly antics! (Not that I’m wishing the time away – clearly I want to enjoy each stage as it comes.

Welcome to the World Little One!

I have a whole heap to write about what happened and how it happened and when it happened but for now.

Welcome to the world Blueberry!! Haha no not going to be actually called Blueberry, this little one is called Jaxon Albert Byng Johnson. He was born on Wednesday and weighed in at 9lb 14.5oz by C Section (see things to write about!!)

Jaxon Albert Byng Johnson

For now I wrote a list of things I am grateful for, I had a little meltdown last night and needed to regroup so started this list….

My Mum and Dad for being on standby since Saturday to help us out with Our Sidekick when I went into labour (and the practice attempts it seems!). My Dad for attempting to sleep at our house in one to the Poang chairs, I am pretty sure you got zero sleep that night and somehow still went to work the next day. You both came and rescued us the following night when I had a meltdown, Mum fell asleep in our bed and was out like a light, I don’t think Dad slept at all that night and again went to work the next day!! (Superstar!)

My Mum for popping into town for an item of clothing that I sort of needed to be able to come home and delivering it to the hospital too. For offering to come to sit with me this morning so Chris can go to church for a little while and take Jaxon for a quick visit too.

Our Sidekick, you were out the front playing with your friend when I got home from the hospital you dropped what you were doing to help me out of the car, when I pottered into the living room and then turned round to get the post you told me off and sent me upstairs – I think you followed me up the stairs to make sure that I made it there in one piece. You sat with me while we ate dinner so that I wasn’t alone while Chris ate dinner with Jaxon, his parents and sister.

The NHS – people do complain, I know I have and I know I did on Friday when we were waiting to be discharged but I’ll tell you something, Bedford Hospital Midwifery team were amazing this week looking after Jaxon and I. There’s the two student midwifes who were so good, if they didn’t know the answer or wasn’t 100% sure they’d go and find out the information and come back. To the anaesthetist’s assistant who walked me through how my injection was going to be done and then talked me through how to sit as it was being done. To the surgeon who brought Jaxon into the world and took the time to say hello to Jaxon. To Ruth, Laura, Liz and all the other midwifes who came to check on me, take my obs, check me over and answer questions amongst other things.

The lovely friends who have been round to see Jaxon, Chris and I, thank you for coming, thank you for your flying visits and understanding that I wanted to see you but couldn’t cope for long periods of time (being a mummy is exhausting sometimes lol). Thank you for the presents you have brought us and the offers of help if I need them. My favourite was “even if it’s just so you can take a shower I’ll come cuddle Jaxon”.

To “Auntie” Kewey thank you for sending me silly pictures when I was post-meltdown, for pictures of your celebratory tea and the Blueberry muffins eaten in celebration of Jaxon’s arrival and for the encouraging words sent via text to me. I know you had a pooey week and at some points could have probably shut the world out and just sulked but you were there and amazing even from nearly a hundred miles away!!!

(Okay, blueberry muffins might be needed……Erm, whoever visits next do you fancy going via the supermarket?)

And last but no means least……

To Chris, firstly I love you, I don’t think I’ve said it in the last few days between all the crazy that’s been happening. You’ve done a heap of stuff and I’ve probably missed some but here is the short list that I remember….. loaded the dishwasher and the washing machine, you made dinner (which we then ate nearly an hour later cos of a feeding hiccup), you’ve changed more nappies in the last four days than I have (admittedly I’ve done the feeds which don’t work so well if you try!), gotten up with Jaxon when I was so out of it I didn’t know he was even awake (bad Momma!), slept/rested your eyes in an uncomfy hospital chair on Wednesday night so that I could recover and we could both take care of Jaxon together, you walked to the supermarket at 10pm on Saturday night to get some bits after I had a meltdown, I love your enterprising nature when they didn’t have quite the product we were looking for – the alternative worked wonders and at a fraction of the price (there clearly is money in maternity products because as soon as you market something as maternity you can increase the price!!)




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Doctor Who (started the Matt smith episodes on Tuesday)
House of Cards (after Becca posted about it – gave up part way through Episode 1 – think I prefer Aaron Sorkin’s take on “fictional” politics).
The Heat

Knitting Yarns edited by Ann Hood

Haven’t really been out in the car or if I have Chris has been driving so we’ve either been chatting or local radio is on. Around the house we’ve had UCB on.

Working on the stripy blanket when the temperature has been a little lower. I’ve also been knitting a blanket which is smaller so doesn’t cook me at the same time!

Sort of down. I think it’s just frustration and fed up ness I hit 39 weeks last Wednesday which means that tomorrow my baby is due. I am grateful beyond belief that I can carry a baby and be a Momma because I know how many ladies would kill to be in my shoes right now.

Finishing up the packing ready for hospital. Planning the contingency for Our Sidekick and updating our Supporting Social Worker as Our Sidekick’s Social worker is on holiday.

The sunshine and the gorgeous weather but wish it would be just a bit less muggy. Loving all the time I can spend with Chris, at first he was getting on my nerves as I think he hadn’t realised how much effort everything takes when you’re this close to popping out a baby.

Dear Blueberry – 39 Weeks



Dear Blueberry,

Today is 39 weeks. That means next week you’re “due”. Uncle Richard and I were both born early whereas Daddy was born late so I figure you might be on time but I guess we will see. You’ll appear when you’re ready.

On Saturday we had a worry. You hadn’t really moved between me getting up and Daddy and I thinking about lunch. I laid on the sofa, played you music (I played Bellowhead – I figured it was lively and should wake you up!) and even Daddy got me a really cold glass of water. He started with chilled water from the fridge and added about five ice cubes to the mix. Even then you didn’t move. We rang the hospital and they said come in. I phoned Grandpa and asked him to come wait for Our Sidekick if we weren’t home in time. He made a joke that I was calling to tell him and Grandma that I was going into labour well actually I wasn’t.

We got to the hospital and I was hooked up for the machine again. It was like once the midwife had a poke you decided to wake up and move like someone was tickling you to death. You kept moving and didn’t stop. We were discharged and sent home. You, me and Daddy went to get lunch then came home for a bit and waited for Our Sidekick to arrive home.

At my last appointment, the midwife decided that I needed an extra appointment so I’m off to see her again today. I’m hoping she’ll say that you’re engaged more than you were last week. We’re convinced that you’ve dropped but what do we know – the midwife is the medically trained one.

Daddy made me go for a walk yesterday. The idea being you might be encouraged along a bit – I think he’s very very excited to meet you and wants you to hurry up and get here already!

See you very soon little one

Love you


1,000 Things: Another Part…..

Following Friday’s mad tidy of the summerhouse a few weeks back, Saturday was the turn of the bedroom and the nursery. Mum and I had already organised that she’d come and help get the bits finished that still needed work. For example we had the cot up and the clothes away but the nappies were stacked in piles and not really organised.

Nursery 1 - cot in place

Ready for a resident

We cleared out a heap more books and some clothes as well as a bunch of stuff that had just been accumulating rather than being dealt with so then we had a super tidy bedroom too. The challenge is now to keep it this tidy – it’s slacked a bit at the moment but going to get it done today.

While my Mum was here my Dad came to help too – as we put it “we need a gopher!”. We asked him to come and run stuff between upstairs, downstairs and the summerhouse. It was easier than us doing it – I’m not exactly managing the stairs all that well and my mum struggles with the stairs anyway (especially as ours doesn’t have a handrail!)

We decided that the wardrobe needed to be reassembled. Chris did have a whole plan but by taking it down we didn’t have enough storage – so who do you call? You call Grandad cos he’s the man that can. (Chris sometimes disses how close I live to my family but sometimes like when you need extra hands on deck it’s really helpful!) I rang Grandad and asked if he could come help. I said about him coming after lunch but I think he pretty much dropped what he was doing to come help me out. Dad and him had to assemble the wardrobe at a funny angle as there wasn’t quite enough room to assemble it as Grandad would have normally done but somehow it worked and they got it sorted.

Bedroom sorted!!

Dear Blueberry – 38 Weeks

Dear Blueberry


Dear Blueberry,

It’s getting a bit cramped round these parts now. I’ve worked out that it I sit a certain way then I’m fine but if I sit another way then I end up all achy as there’s not enough room between my hips and ribs. The other option is I just give up and lie down in front of the TV and stay there for the rest of the day.

Things like loading the washing machine and dishwasher are getting harder – the boys are pretty good. If I load the top tray they will load the bottom one.

You’ve been kicking more vigorously and sometimes get sort of stuck – I’ll end up with a knee or elbow sticking out at a funny angle.

On Sunday, I went with Grandma, Grandpa and Uncle Rich to cheer on Auntie Heather at Race for Life. I think all the walking and all the standing up I did upset you a bit because I had stomach ache and then when I walked back to the car after lunch I got stronger pains – as they stopped almost as quick as they started I didn’t worry but I’ll mention it to the midwife today at my appointment.

On Monday Chris and I went to visit our friend and our new goddaughter. We spent like two hours just chatting. Our friend and Chris were discussing my bump. They are convinced you’ve dropped. You got the hiccups at one point and I could feel it in the top of the bump but could also feel it in my lower back so I’m pretty sure you’ve dropped. Shall we take a sweepstake on when you decide to appear?

Yesterday something was going on and I think you wanted to make your presence known. Our Sidekick, Chris and I had a disagreement to the point that that we were all quite cross at each other. Well I think you wanted to join in too because there was a massive achy pain in my abdomen and that plus the falling out made me cry. I headed upstairs and put on some music and laid down to try and calm down. It did go away and didn’t come back again. I think it’s your way of getting ready to make your entrance into the world.

Today we’ve got all sorts going on, in the morning we’re off to meet with various social work people to be re-approved as foster carers for Our Sidekick (I’ve promised our social worker that I’ll keep my legs crossed so whatever you do don’t decide to come in the morning!). In the afternoon I have my midwifes appointment and then in the evening I have a holiday club meeting – that’ll be another thing to tick off “last holiday club meeting before Blueberry arrives”.

Friday… (And a trip to hospital)


Fetal Monitor, Pulse Oximeter and Blood Pressure

Hello there.

How’s your day going?

Mine started fairly lazy. Chris and I went for lunch instead of our normal day off breakfast date. We ended up at one the local restaurants that we usually frequent. I had my salad and started on my main course (while Chris did various work bits that he probably shouldn’t have had to organise on his day off lol).

Part way through lunch I started to get flashing lights in front of my eyes a bit like a migraine but without the pain and the nausea (that I normally associate with a migraine). We decided that if I still had the flashing lights then we’d go and seek medical advice.

Part way through lunch the flashing lights changed – although they were still there it was more like fuzziness around my peripheral vision. Having googled changes in vision and no pain I was concerned (as anyone would be!). Chris had a whole conversation with me about three 50p coins he had in his wallet. I remember the conversation and picking up the coins but felt like I wasn’t really there. It was like I was completely cut off from what was happening. We paid for our meal and I was in a state. I couldn’t entirely describe how I felt and we decided that we needed medical advice. I tried the midwife but the number I had on my notes was wrong. (I’m not sure if I read it wrong or Chris misread the Midwife’s hand writing because I have the right number in my phone!).

We tried the day unit at the hospital but there was no answer, so we called the Delivery Suite – I was trying to explain how I was feeling and things like that but wasn’t doing a good job. When I managed to explain enough, the nurse said to come into the day unit and I would be seen from there.

As we’d walked to the restaurant Chris left me sat on the bench outside and went back inside to tell someone I was there. In the end the manager and a customer (I think) came outside to wait with me and keep an eye on me. While Chris had been inside I rang my Mum. She’s well trained in “How to Deal with Hannah when she’s sick”. She dropped what she was doing and came down to meet me.

Chris dropped me off outside Cygnet Wing, while he parked the car, I headed for the Day Unit once I’d managed to figure out which floor it was on. I walked onto the ward and headed for the Day Unit Reception. Thankfully a lovely nurse noticed me and that I was in a bit of a state. I explained what was happening and she pointed me to a seat. Another nurse came and chatted to me and explained that they would have to put me on the delivery bit of the ward for now as they didn’t have any space in the Day Unit. I didn’t mind I just wanted to make sure that both baby and I were okay.

I was hooked up to a BP machine and my pressure was taken every 15 minutes. They also did another test to make sure that it wasn’t the beginning of preeclampsia. Thank The Lord it wasn’t!

I was moved along the corridor back onto the Day Unit and was hooked up to a fetal monitor, pressure cuff and a pulse oximeter (yes my inner nerd was having a field day reading the results between having my eyes closed and relaxing). At one point Blueberry had the hiccups which could be heard on the monitor too. I think Chris was a little freaked as it was a funny noise but I knew what it was

While sat in the hospital I messaged Kewey to let her know what was going on. She told me to chill out so I sent her the picture on the left. She then replied with the picture on the right!

Gotta chill out!

We were discharged about 5pm and came home (via the petrol station to make sure we had fuel in case of an emergency). Our Sidekick met me at the door when I got home. He was worried about me and gave me a mahoosive hug. I’m now hanging out in front of the TV watching some random film that I found. Might do some knitting or crochet.

April 29: My Birthday Weekend

As I wrote on Thursday, my birthday weekend kicked off with going to the theatre to see The Pantaloon’s touring production of Sherlock Holmes.

On Friday Chris surprised me by collecting me from work. I left via the pedestrian gate and was putting my music on. I’d been virtually wearing out the MP3 files of the WWRY Soundtrack ready for Saturday’s adventure. I saw a car in my periferal vision but just put it down to the number of people who were leaving at that time on a Friday afternoon. Then when I ignored him Chris beeped the horn which made me jump a mile! We went to the local builders merchant for some filler to patch the walls where Chris had been stripping the wallpaper. We then headed home and got start on the nursery, Chris patched the walls then we primed and treated them. We then started on the colour. The nursery has two darker walls and two lighter blue walls. One of the darker walls is going to be behind the cot so trying to decide on whether to paint clouds or stars for decoration (or maybe it should be stars on the darker walls and clouds on the lighter walls) Minus stopping for me to deliver my Sister in Law’s Gerbil to his new home, collecting tea and eating tea we worked for something like 4 or 5 hours on various bits in the nursery.

Chris's graffiti while decorating

On Saturday, Chris got up to go to work, I then watched Fringe and worked on my entries for My Details and journalling our adventures while on holiday. Mum and Dad came to collect me to go to the train station. Dad then went back to my house to make sure Our Sidekick was collected for contact okay. We caught the 1047 East Midlands service to St Pancras – it wasn’t the first train out but it would have been faster than the First Capital Connect service to London. Mum and I stood on the platform putting the world to rights until the train arrived. My Mum made a joke that if I got in a strop because people wouldn’t give up their seat for me then she was going to disown me (or at least pretend she didn’t know me!). Fortunately for her when we got on there were spare seats. The train stopped at Luton and shortly after the conductor came to check tickets – we heard her announce “tickets please!” and then we waited but she didn’t appear. Shortly after four or five passengers appeared, they had got on at Luton and had sat in the First Class bit with normal tickets as there were enough chairs in the standard section of the carriage. When the conductor had then checked their tickets, she’d kicked them out of the First Class bit. They then stood at the end of the standard bit near us complaining about the lack of seats and why didn’t they declassify the First Class bit of the carriage given that it was empty and the standard section was full. I get where they were coming from especially as Luton was the last stop before St Pancras however a risk of taking the train to and from London (without reserving seats) is that you don’t get a seat. In the past I’ve been on a First Capital Connect “all stops” service and stood from London all the way to Bedford stopping at every stop which I think is something like 8 or 9 stops.

We arrived at St. Pancras and headed to the Underground. We took the Victoria line to Oxford Circus. Originally I was standing then when we got to Euston, Mum spotted a spare seat (Test 1 – badge didn’t work and neither did my “Mummy to Be” shirt) so I shuffled my way along the carriage and sat down between Euston and Oxford Circus.

After attempting to work out which exit we needed from the tube station (And attempting not to get bashed into!) We found our way onto Oxford Street and then headed for Liberty. We took the lift up to the Yarn and Haberdashery departments. We looked at a lot of the yarn, Mum bought be a ball of handknit cotton yarn – we went to ask an assistant for help about where to pay and we were both trying out best not to have a nerd moment when we realised that it was Trudy who had been on the Channel 4 documentary about Liberty. Both Trudy and one of the other assistants were knitting between customers – now that’s my kind of job! We then came down via the stairs as it was easier than finding the lift again! We came down through women’s fashion (ouch! £800 for a dress???) and then through the Children’s department. I nearly fell over when Mum told me there was a onesie for like £50! I could get like 25 onesies for that price and probably still have change for lunch lol.

We left Liberty’s by the same door that we came in and the plan was that we were going to head towards the theatre. We wandered along Carnaby Street to see if we could get some lunch, we nipped into Pret A Manger but it was heaving and there were no seats (and no seats out in the street either). I hadn’t quite got the geography quite right when we left the end of Carnaby Street and ended up turning left instead of right – it was probably the slightly longer way round but we ended up in Golden Square, we went into Eat and got sandwiches and a drink each with the idea that we’d sit in the park and enjoy the sunshine. I got a coughing fit and thought I was going to throw up so charged for the door (thankfully Mum had already paid for the food when I ran out the shop with the bag lol). Thankfully it was just a coughing fit and once I’d downed half my bottle of water that I’d taken with me I felt better albeit a bit shaken.

We sat in the park and ate our sandwiches while chatting about all the family stuff that’s going to happen in the next few months including my brother getting married and buying a house with his new wifey and also about Blueberry arriving on the scene before the wedding.


After lunch, we walked to the theatre and ended up walking through Soho. We passed Snog which is Chris’s favourite frozen yoghurt place and then past Wok to Walk. Chris and I originally found Wok to Walk in Amsterdam when we were on our honeymoon. We ended up virtually living on noodles from there as we couldn’t really find any other choices that we liked (or were good for our budget!). To get to the theatre you have to do a massive loop around the engineering works where the CrossRail is being built, We had left extra time to get to the theatre because my speed of walking is more a waddle than a walk but actually although we didn’t need that extra time it was good to have that time to get round the works.

We actually arrived far too early and ended up sat on the stairs outside the auditorium in the queue to get in to the theatre itself. We were in the Circle and had a really good view of the stage We had to lean forward for some bits as the barrier got in the way but overall it was all within eye line. I’ve had the We Will Rock You soundtrack on my MP3 player for years and so knew a lot of the lines (Also meant I could tell when they’d changed bits lol). On the soundtrack I have Sharon D. Clarke plays Killer Queen along side Alexander Hanson as Khashoggi. Brenda Edwards is currently playing Killer Queen but for the performance yesterday Sarah the understudy played Killer Queen. Now from how I understand it Khashoggi is supposed to be quite scared of Killer Queen – after all she’s his boss and can beat him up lol. In the performance they just seemed a bit too pally – but maybe that was just my interpretation. It was still really good and I’m so glad that I did get to see it again (and take Mum this time) before it closes at the end of May. I said to Mum as we waited at the end, if I was Brian May I’d be talking to the director to be at the closing night and play the solo in We Are The Champions and/or the encore of Bohemian Rhapsody. In the past he has made special appearance on Freddie’s birthday and various other occasions.

Following the theatre we headed along Tottenham Court Road to the flagship Paperchase store. It’s huge lol. I’m used to the tiny crammed store in Milton Keynes and this one in London is across three floors. I got Our Sidekick a present in the sale. It was an A3 folder which I think he could use for Graphics at school. We headed up to Goodge Street to catch the tube back to St Pancras. We ended up standing right next to the door as the world and his wife seemed to be on the Northern Line. Around Warren Street a group of very loud lads got on the train – one guy had a red and green Mohican and another had his hair all in spikes. Mum and I didn’t quite know what to say. I think my response “well they were colourful!”

My Tardis Cookie Jar

My brother and his fiancé got me this epic cookie jar for my birthday. I’m a massive Doctor Who fan so it’s perfect for me. I’ve decided that I need to make gluten free biscuits to put in it so that I get the joy or using it and Chris gets the joy of eating the biscuits.

While Mum and I ate our dinner, Mum and my sister in law to be talked through the guest list for the wedding. Even Blueberry is on there (made me laugh).

We walked home as our car was at home. Don’t think Our Sidekick wasn’t too impressed about it but it was nice to have a little longer to potter and chat rather than jump in the car and sort of rush home.

Due to us working on the nursery there isn’t a curtain in the window at the moment which means once it’s light enough I’ve been waking up or waking up shortly after when Chris’s radio kicks in.

I was awake enough to hear a feature about celebrities birthdays. There were a whole bunch that I didn’t even know shared my birthday. (Back to Doctor Who. Turns out I share my exact birthday including the year with Jenna Louise Coleman who plays the companion Clara Oswald).

The feature ended with a general wish of happy birthday to anyone celebrating. Chris said “did you hear that, they wished you happy birthday!”

At some point Our Sidekick asked for help and then asked me if I’d like fried or scrambled eggs and would I like the fat on my bacon (bacon is okay on Slimming World without the fat on it). We either chop it off before cooking or in some cases have to chop it off after (at which point I give it to Chris or Our Sidekick). He was on a mission. Chris got up and went to help him and I heard them chattering away sorting out bits and pieces. They both then arrived with the tray and the cup of Earl Grey tea.

Birthday Breakfast

It was so good! I couldn’t drink all the tea but the breakfast was so good. While I tucked in, Chris went to get the presents that I had received. After breakfast, I opened my presents.

There was a bath/pampering set from my in laws, a VW Beetle snow globe from my Sister in Law, a reusable coffee mug from my Auntie, Uncle and Cousins and Call The Midwife box set and book from my Grandparents. The book is The Power of a Praying Wife by Stormie Omartian.

We got ourselves all organised for our day out and set off for Chris’s Aunt’s house. We stopped to rescue a stranded motorist then got on our way.

We stopped on the way so that we could get some flowers for Chris’s Aunt and for her housemate. I decided to go for these gerberas. I knew we’d get told off and told how “we didn’t need to do that”. But they both make us feel so loved and cared for when we visit that it’s nice to get them flowers or something like that when we go to visit.

Flowers for Auntie and Housemate

We spent a lot of the day catching up as we haven’t seen each other since Christmas. The housemate J was a midwife and trained midwives so told us all sorts of stories. Auntie K kept telling her off for telling me horror stories (well not horror stories but things like breach births and other things). Chris and I went for a look in the pond as J told us about the frogs and newts that had been narrowly avoiding the cats. We had a roast dinner for lunch around the dining room table. Auntie had especially done me sweetcorn – it sounds really silly but one of the first times I went for dinner at her house I didn’t have any veg as I didn’t like what had been made – I think I had a little of something so I wasn’t rude but every time since Auntie had a done sweetcorn especially for me. It makes me feel so cared for.

Playing Sequence

We went for a walk around The Mere at Diss then came back to play board games. Following tea we headed home as it was a school night. All in all it was a lovely birthday. Can’t believe that my birthday next year will have an almost 1 year old running around too.

April 22: Chocolate Tea Party

My lovely friend Lucy hosted a chocolate tea party to raise money for The Sick Children’s Trust.

Having spent a chunk of the day working on the nursery I was ready for a chill out with friends. At one point it did cross my mind that staying home might be better for me but figured that a Chocolate Tea Party isn’t an every day occurrence.

I had meant to be really organised and make a cake or something to take with me but between the decorating and making sure that I spent time with Chris before we both went back to work, that sort of went out the window. I ended up cheating and at about 4pm went to the supermarket to get a cake (I ended up with two – I couldn’t decide and they both looked yummy – figured that Connect Group is back at our house on Wednesday so I can share it with them if there was cake left over.

My fab friend Liz made this cake – it was like chocolate brownies and then on the top/in the middle of each piece was half a Cadbury’s Creme Egg.

Liz's Creme Egg Cake

It was amazing – I imagine full of calories but I will just have to work extra hard to burn them off. Then again I’m wondering how long I can keep using the distance I walked last week as an excuse lol.

My Paint Splattered Socks

While sat at Lucy’s I caught a glimpse of my socks and realised that I had splattered watered down white paint all over my socks! I guess that’s a hazard when painting but that’s one wall prepped in the nursery. Oh yeah!

A few of us sat discussing eating a gluten free diet as my friend Anwyn is in the process of being diagnosed for Coeliac disease – although Chris hasn’t been diagnosed with this he has found that a gluten free diet does make him feel better so we were comparing notes – especially about food items that you don’t expect to have gluten in them but then it creeps in – like supermarket cola – why would there be barley malt in there?