Day 97- More National Trust

I literally went straight to bed after writing last night, with a handful of obligatory chocolates and my book. I curled up and slept like I was dead. A benefit of sobriety, I cant be more grateful for. We all woke up around 7 and the weird mood of yesterday was hanging on to myContinue reading “Day 97- More National Trust”

Day 96 –

I’ve never been tempted more than today to drink. The day in some respects has been lovely. BB and I went National Trusting with a friend. We both gazed in wonder at the colours of Autumn on a wood walk. She constantly reached up and tried to touch the leaves. We shared a lunch outsideContinue reading “Day 96 –”

Day 95 – Park Date

Day 95 was mostly spent outside in the glorious sunshine of a cold crisp winter/autumnal day. We’ve been kindly given a hand me down trike which BB used for the first time today and loved it. After walking round the block 3 times she screamed when it was time to come off. After lunch weContinue reading “Day 95 – Park Date”

Day 94 – The supportive wife

My husband is feeling stressed and anxious. Somethings happened at work and there’s increasing pressure on wfh with a new boss trying to prove herself. He’s cared for me and BB whilst I’ve had my heart issue. There’s then been his ex wife playing games and he’s recently become estranged from his mum and sheContinue reading “Day 94 – The supportive wife”

Day 91 – HBD BB

Today is BB’s first birthday and we have celebrated with a Colin the Caterpillar cake. Like her mum, she adored her first taste of chocolate and here begins a beautiful love affair with the magic brown stuff. I can’t even describe the love I feel for my 1 year old daughter, it seems to beContinue reading “Day 91 – HBD BB”

Day 90 – Just call me Gloria Gaynor

“At first I was afraid, I was petrified” I survived!!! the night…. which is a relief as I’m officially on day 90. Last night my mum shared these gems with me over a 4 hour period: I shouldn’t eat so much pasta (after she dishes up a massive bowl of spag bol for me). It’sContinue reading “Day 90 – Just call me Gloria Gaynor”

Day 89 – Babysitting

Tonight I’m being babysat by my mother which is enough to drive anyone to drink. Whilst I’m feeling betterish and venturing out of bed, I can’t lift anything including BB for a week and the hubster is out tonight for a curry with friends (I’ve urged him to go). My mum and I have anContinue reading “Day 89 – Babysitting”

Day 88 – two fat ladies

So if you weren’t aware (and sorry if you are and I’m teaching you to suck eggs), the term “two fat ladies” comes from bingo halls in the UK. It might also be in other countries, but I’ve not played bingo since being a kid in a social club with my Irish Nana. The termContinue reading “Day 88 – two fat ladies”

Day 87 – I survived

I survived!!!! My dodgy internal psychic was wrong again. I’m so so relieved to wake up. And they managed to zap the extra circuit so I’ve got a 95% chance of success. My dr was absolutely lovely (read gorgeous) and although I was awake for most of the procedure and could feel the burning andContinue reading “Day 87 – I survived”

Day 86 – Tomorrow

I’m in a really bad head space about tomorrow and I just can’t seem to shake the foreboding feeling that’s going with it. For those of you that don’t know, when pregnant with BB, it was picked up I had a heart condition which was previously undetected. I’m lucky, it’s not massively serious (SVT) butContinue reading “Day 86 – Tomorrow”