Lists , lists ,lists

Just under 7 weeks until my due date and I feel horribly unorganised! I actually have no idea where to start. So I'm going to start with lists ! And my first list will be a list of lists I need to make :) Its officially , I've lost the plot!! Anyhoo here we go....

Hospital bag - labour
Hospital bag- post birth
Hospital bag - baby

Homebirth essentials :)

Jobs that need doing before birth

Childrens overnight bags ( for when I'm in labour)

Meals to be frozen/bought for baby week :)

Snacks/drinks for labour

Playlist for labour

Birth plan!!!

Contact number list

What to do list for hubby ;)




Phew I'm exhausted!!! A rest now before I begin on the first item ;)

A new week

And so it is Monday morning again. My weekend has once again raced by and I feel like I missed it! That said I did enjoy it so I shouldn't complain. Saturday was spent away from my precious family, first at my very first homebirth meeting . and very pleased I was able to make it , the journey alone on public transport was a challenge for my shaky nerves, turned out to be surprisingly pleasant! Then coffee (decaf of course) and cake with a friend and finally an afternoon in the studio auditioning for a new backing vocalist for the band! Altogether a lively and ADULT day! How few of those I seem to have at the moment! :)
Sunday saw me rising early to go ave breakfast with my wonderful Dad before he went off to work. My Dad is an inspiration to me in so many ways. I am thankful to have someone like him in my life. My children too adore him and rightly so! He is great fun even if he does do a VERY good impression of a grumpy old man alot of the time ;)
Once Dad had left for work I stayed for a quick cuppa and chat with my lovely Mum . How lucky I am to have a good relationship with my Parents. I hope my children feel the same way about my husband and I when they are adults.
The rest of the day was spent exactly as my husband requested. It was after all his day! So we played at the park, created 'art' ( loosely used term!) had a water fight in the garden and snuggled in the sofa watching a movie. He made some good choices as he so often does. My husband is a wonderful father. He has taken to parenting much more naturally than I have. Seeing him with our children only makes me live him more. Because of him I went from a young girl who didn't want children ( they smell and are noisy- just try and disagree!) into a woman who adores nothing more than to be surrounded by our growing family. I am who I am because of him and the changes are for the better. He supports me in my many seemingly crazy ventures with only the occasional roll of the eye and I look forward to seeing how that support influences our family as they grow. Our children will grow up thinking anything is possible . What greater gift could a father give?

And so this new week. A week that will see me 33 weeks pregnant with my 3rd child. A week where I will meet an Internet friend in real life for the first time. And week where I see a friend get married :)

Bring it on!!!

Ret-Row

Just listed some items for auction on my WAHM store! Please take a look and maybe grab yourself a bargain!

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32 week BUMP!

Here is my 32 week bump!Sorry about the scary eyes! lol! And for the record. yes I'm sure of my dates. no its not twins. no I doubt I'll actually explode if I reach my due date. no you cannot 'guarantee' that I won't make 37 weeks.

Pure Potions Skin Salvation

or as my 3 year old calls it 'My Magic Cream' :)

My son suffers with eczema . Primarily on the creases of his elbows. Recently he has had a terrible flair up which causes him to itch so badly he bleeds. Poor little man has been really miserable with it and unable to sleep. We had been to see the GP who prescribed various items including strong Hydrocortizone / steroid creams. When he first advised me to use this I was told I could use it for no longer than one week as it was too strong for my poor lad sensitive skin. When we returned a week later and his arms were no better, in fact worse, Doctor told us to continue with the cream for another fortnight and then go back. What??The cream I was told the week before was too strong! Unbelievable. Still doctor knows best right? So on we went. Two weeks later his arms were still as bad. The doctor then suggests continuing treatment for another 3 weeks. By this point I had truly had enough. I was not putting that cream on his arms for another day let alone 3 weeks. It was then a family member suggested I try a product that had been recommended on a popular daytime TV show. It was called Skin Salvation and was available to purchase on AMAZON. I checked out the reviews and was pleased to see that the product contained only natural ingredients and wasn't too pricey either. It had to be worth a shot! So I ordered the cream and began to use it. I was wasn't holding my breath , after all nothing else I had tried seemed to work but we immediately began to see results. In contrast to our son crying when ever ever I applied the doctors cream he was now requesting his magic cream! It clearly sooths him. Within 24 hours his arms no longer looked red and inflamed. The scabs were getting a chance to heal as he was no longer scratching himself until he bled. The smaller dry patch very very quickly were gone.To say we are impressed is an understatement. A month later and his arms are not completely better. However they are well on the way! Now if we could just convince him to stop being such a BOY and getting into everything , he might not have quiet so many flare ups due to rubbing against things that don't agree with him! But all in all this cream has dramatically improved his arms and I would highly recommend it. Particularly if you are an adult who know better than to scratch!

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This is NOT a paid for review, I have received no reward for writing this. But any reward would be gratefully received ;)

I can breathe!!!

Well sort of! I can certainly smell again which to be honest I'm taking as a positive move in the right direction. I managed to get up and out before 9 today , take my daughter to school AND get a repeat blood test all with out collapsing! Oh and drink a glass of water without vomitting! It's all good baby! Okso it's now 10 am and I am back on my sofa feeling a bit queasy but small steps and all that. I've been thinking lots this week about how easily my attitude switches from positive to despair. Thank goodness I have nothing serious wrong with me if a simple head cold can have me wailing like a baby and begging for mummy to come hold me! Am I just weak do you think? I know that when need be I can really step up to plate , for example when my youngest was 7 weeks old , oldest was 19 months and my hubby broke both arms I rarely broke down and really got on with things. This week however I have collapsed in a heap and been ready to quit. Can I only deal with other peoples trauma and not my own? Weird. What ever the reason something needs to be done. With over 8 weeks left til my due date I absolutely cannot go around like a dying duck the whole time. I NEED to find some solution to my problem. Already I have begun to cut my self off from my friends, my support network. Cancelling friends who plan to visit. Not answering the phone, not replying to texts. From experience I know that it doesn't take long for even the most dedicated of friends to move on and stop trying. So how do I stop this retreat into myself? I'm going to give myself today. After all I am actually sick. From Monday tho I need to start forcing myself back out there. Before it's too late and yet again I have lost everyone.

Struggling

I do my very best to stay positive. After all I have a lot to be thankful for. I know how lucky I am to be blessed with my amazing children, fabulous Husband , supportive family and wonderful friends. I have a roof over my head, food in my cupboards and running water. I get to do all the things I love , craft, sing, read. And yet I'm still miserable. I find myself lonely. I keep crying. Worrying over things that are truly not important. I have no motivation . I'm sick with a head cold and in agony with PGP/SPD . I am feeling dreadfully sorry for myself. I want to go back to bed and not get up til it's all over. Not an option when you have small children. After all, as someone helpfully pointed out , I did choose this life so I shouldn't complain. I don't want to complain. I know that I love my life. So how do I lift this cloud. Fingers crossed that once I shift this cold everything will seem brighter. Any suggestions?