FED UP, I am FED UP with being patient

No where else to put this so it'll have to be here.

I am fed up to the back teeth with being patient and not getting pregnant. I am fed up with seeing pregnant women EVERY where I go. I WANT to get pregnant now please, oh yes, and not lose it after 12 weeks.

Thank you

How many chances

How many chances do you think I can give myself at this post a day lark. I mean it's been something like 2 and a half (nearly 3 months) since I last posted. Whoops.

But then, I am the referee and judge and indeed creator of the rules, so I'm just going to allow myself to start again. I'm so kind and forgiving.

To be fair, I have not found the last 12 weeks or so very easy. I found out I was pregnant at the end of June, BRILLIANT. We were all pretty chuffed. But early pregnancy is tough. I felt very tired and a bit sick all the time (nothing like when I was pg with Miss Sharp but that's a whole other blog).

In August, just after my birthday I had a scan which showed that I had had a missed miscarriage. That's to say, the baby (I know it wasn't a baby, I was only 11 weeks, but it would have been our baby so baby it is) had stopped developing several weeks previously but my body didn't seem to know this. Everything else was still growing and supporting a futile pregnancy.

Not so brilliant.

The weeks following that scan were very difficult. I had to have an operation as I didn't miscarry naturally and I also managed to fall down the stairs and really hurt my back. Of course it was also very difficult emotionally for me and Mr Handy and Misses Sharp and Crazy.

But a few weeks later and the sadness dissipates and we are starting to think about trying again. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say I am starting to become obsessed again, with temping and charting and cycles. I'm not a control freak for nothing.

Anyway (possibly the word I most overuse) I didn't start this blog to talk about fertility or our attempts to have a baby. So I won't go on about it. But I'm glad to have written a little something about it, to acknowledge that it happened.

See you tomorrow (yeah right HAHAHAHAHAHAHA)

Priory Farm and Wedding Presents

So, true to form I am already running behind with this blog and I only started two days ago. Anyway, just imagine that I posted this yesterday if you will.....

So, we visited Priory Farm in the morning. Bought lots of herbs for the window boxes, a couple of hanging baskets for beside the front door and a fuschia because I love them. Even if I'm not sure how fuschia is spelt (and I can't be bothered to check). Oh and a tomato plant and a pepper plant too - I have grand ideas of being a veg gardener but Mr Handy sensibly managed to talk me into starting small and seeing how I get on.

Then we went to the fabulous cafe there for lunch (best Welsh Rarebit in the world) and Miss Sharp and Miss Crazy enjoyed the children's play area out the back. Please see photo of said children in said play area on the tractor.

Later on we went to see my brother and his new wife (can't help grinning with pleasure when I write that). They got married two weeks ago and got back from honeymoon today (remember that you are imagining that this is yesterday) and they very kindly (or is that foolishly) invited us round 4 hours after they got off the plane so that Miss Sharp and Miss Crazy could help them open their wedding presents. They are a nice Uncle and Aunt!


General Mood, pretty good thank you

Eaten, far too much. Yet again. I sense a pattern developing. But the Priory Farm cafe is amazing and it would be just wrong not to have cake there as well and I did eat up all the salad.......

Exercise, ummmm does chasing bubbles in the garden with Miss Sharp and Miss Crazy count? Also, tramping round the garden centre. Loads of exercise that is *cough*ahem*

Spent, well loads frankly, and I didn't even get to tell the quite frankly dishy and lovely manager of the Priory Farm garden centre that I had indeed bought lots of his plants despite the fact that I was planning to go up the road for a cheap trowel. Ah well.....

Parenting, good but then it's not too hard when you've got garden centres and tractors and cake and bubbles and nice Aunts and Uncles.

This is Mr Handy, Miss Sharp and Miss Crazy at the bbq we went to today - a house warming for some good friends of ours, who have actually been living there for nearly a year.

Sweet moment of the day, Miss Crazy offering to go to the bathroom with me in case I would be scared on my own.

General mood, not bad but lots of littlies at the party which was hard.

Exercise, cycled to Redhill and back. Ran around at the bbq with the girls for at least 2 minutes.

Eaten, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far too much but it was goooooooooooood :)

Parenting, definitely good enough today I reckon.