14 weeks and counting

Well, I guess its about time I blogged about my bit of exciting news… as I talked about in my earlier post ‘an emotional time’ the summer of 2008 was a bit of a shitty time for me and darling boyf but I’m now wonderfully, ecstatically, overjoyedly excited to be able to say that winter ‘08 held a bit of good news for us after all and yes – you’ve guessed it – we’re pregnant again

We’re 14 weeks today (so fingers crossed we’re past the ‘danger-zone’ now) and its all been a bit of a whirlwind so far but little ‘button’ is due to make her grand entrance on 31st July and we just can’t wait! And no, I don’t know for definate that she’s a girl – but if ‘mother’s intuition’ counts for anything then a ‘mini-me – as opposed to a ‘mini-him’ – is on her way.

We’re now starting to tell people and everyone has been so happy its been wonderful – and to the girls… If I ‘go on’ a bit too much over the next few months please feel free to hit me – I’m not being intentionally annoying

I think the best thing about being pregnant so far has been seeing the look on everyone’s faces when they hear the news - ’coz believe me the physical aspects of pregnancy have been – for me at least – a nightmare… I’m sure I’ve heard darling boyf whisper the name ‘Regan’ as I’ve been rushing past him on my way to the bathroom – The Exorcist anyone… she had NOTHING on me I tell you!

All our friends have been soooooo happy for us (well, with one marked exception  - needless to say a christening invitation won’t be whinging its way to that person in the near future!) and its just so nice to able to think about the future and happy things. Especially as little bump that we lost would have been due in a few days and at least this way we can look forward as well as thinking about what might have been.

So to all our friends and family I say ‘thankyou’ – you all know who you are  - for being so caring and understanding over the last 6 months and for being there now to share the happier times, and to my gorgeous little ‘button’, hang on in there sweetie - we’re all looking forward to meeting you very soon.

Also ‘button’ if you’re listening… mummy would really appreciate a day of not throwing up!!! pleeeeeease

Twelve… is my magic number

I had an absolutely fabulous day yesterday… I’d booked the day off work (which in itself is cause for celebration!) but the day got even better when my mum phoned up to see if I fancied a girly day out shopping

Now I’ve been a bit ’lacking’ in my clothes shopping expeditions recently, not for any bad reason but purely ‘coz I didn’t see much point in buying clothes while I’m still doing my healthy eating kick and losing weight. I have in fact, been under strict instructions from darling boyf to buy nothing until I stopped dieting as I already have a wardrobe full of stuff that’s now too big for me.

However, a girly day out with mum is never to be turned down so I happily tootled off – promising darling boyf that I wouldn’t buy too much – but not actually specifying what ‘too much’ was

I’d got a couple of bits and bobs – a couple of tops and a LBD for an upcoming wedding (oh, and a pair of killer heels to go with the dress!) when we popped into my ‘mecca’ – NEXT! Well, I tried on a lovely blue party dress – in my usual size and it looked really pretty but I then got a bit disheartened as I tried on a grey dress that looked really nice on the hanger and really wrong on me…

Neither mum or I could work out what the problem with the dress was and try as we might we couldn’t get it to hang right. It was only when the changing-room assistant came over and pointed out that the reason that it looked wrong was that there was too much fabric hanging down did the light dawn on what she was getting at… yep – I needed to get a smaller size and not only in the grey dress but I needed to go down to a size 12 in the blue one too!!! It totally made my day, I even had to phone darling boyf up to share the amazing news…

I know that everyone had been commenting on the fact that I have lost weight, and I do feel much better (I’ve lost about a stone) but I really didn’t expect that I’d have dropped a dress size – and without really having to try that hard

I think darling boyf thought I was going slightly mad though when I insisted on showing him the labels on the dresses at least a dozen times last night… I wonder if I should wear these dresses inside out now… that way everyone can see that beautiful number 12!!!

Shoes… beautiful shoes

I’m newly and wonderfully, ecstatically in love… so much so that all my previous grumps have disappeared – no longer able to cast a shadow on my life because something all bright and sparkly and new has chased them away…

The object(s) of my affections - the most gorgeous pair of ruby satin party shoes (with sparkly heels no less) and they’re mine all mine…

As Imelda Marcos once said “They went into my closets looking for skeletons, but thank God, all they found were shoes, beautiful shoes”… wise woman

wii wish you a merry christmas…

Am very, very excited, having just managed to get my darling boyf the most fabulous pressie for crimble! Even though they’re rarer than rocking horse poo I’ve just managed to order him a nintendo wii that will be delivered in time for xmas and I’ve not paid an over-inflated price for it, just the normal rrp. He’s going to be well happy – muchos brownie points for me I feel.

The best bit about it though is that I quite fancy having one of these in the house too… there is a distict appeal in being able to go home after a frustrating day at work and being able to thump seven shades out of things in the boxing ring – KERR POW!

And no… in case you’re wondering… darling boyf doesn’t read this blog – I know I’m bad at secrets but I’m not that bad

Prezzies galore (fingers crossed!)

December is a decidedly fab month for prezzies… Obviously crimble is fast approaching (yippeeeeee) but as I write I’m getting immensely excited as today is also ‘birthday-eve’. 

I guess some people may think its a bit of a pain getting all your prezzies in one month but I love it. It gives me the perfect excuse to be excited for nearly the whole month… Something that - as a ’sophisticated 30-something gal’  - I wouldn’t be able to do if I only had xmas as an excuse.

I think my excitement at birthdays and all things presenty came as something of a shock to my new(ish) work colleague who had no idea that putting a birthday card on my desk first thing this morning would result in her being asked ‘can I open it yet?’ every half hour since 9am. Colleagues who have known me longer than a year are wise to this one now and generally give me my card as I’m leaving for the day! Actually I’m quite surprised that she seems surprised… I thought she knew me well enough by now… also her birthday is only two days after mine and I’m sure she’ll be just as bad come thursday!

Admittedly opening one of my presents then sneakily wrapping it up again and innocently smiling when the bearer of said gift told me not to open it till the morrow may have been taking it a tad too far

 Ah well, all’s fair in love and presents!

I can keep a secret… honest ;-)

I got very excited today at work, the secret santa names were pulled out of the hat and it made me feel all festive and full of anticipation of the approaching celebrations. It also made me realise though how embarrasingly childlike I become – as opposed to my normal sophisticatedness (is that a real word?) of course – in the run up to xmas.

Every single person in the office calmly took their names out of the hat, read them, some smiling secretively, and then just got back to work. Me… I giggled, jumped up and ran over to all my closest colleagues asking them who they had got and what they were buying…

And do you know what… no bugger would tell me! (Apart from Robyn – who by the very nature of her christmas-tastic name seemed to get just as excited – if not even more so – than me! Either that or she’s just as bad as me at keeping schtum!) Instead what I did get was a series of serious explanations about why its called ’secret’ santa.

Well ‘doh, I do know that its supposed to be secret, I wan’t going to tell anyone else… I just wanted to know for me – its all part of the excitment isn’t it?

Maybe I’m missing the point of the ’secret’ bit slightly, but bearing in mind my mum still has to hide my christmas presents away – even though I don’t live at home any more – I think I’m being quite restrained not actually telling the person I am buying for what I’m getting her…