Universal Truths

This week I've realised that it doesn't matter where I work, some things will always be true:

• People will always disagree about the temperature of the office - some will be sweating while others (me!) will want the windows open for a bit of air
• There are always people that you just can't trust. You know that when you tell one person something, you're actually telling at least 3.
• At least two people will watch (and talk incessantly about) shite TV. I honestly don't care about EastEnders, Hollyoaks or the X Factor, and I definitely don't want to be involved in the debates going on around any of the plot lines. They're TV programmes, not real life. (And, seriously, don't call ME a loser because I don't watch any soaps... Especially when you follow that with the sentence "I get really depressed on a Wednesday when EastEnders isn't on")
• No-one gets my packing-early-for-a-holiday thing. I'm getting better - I go a week on Saturday and haven't packed (or written a list) yet, but I am getting panicked about it.

Actually, though, I think that all says more about me than the people I work with, doesn't it???

Under Pressure

I spent Saturday with my mum, shopping in London. I hadn't seen her for a few weeks, and it's awesome that she's finally back on her feet (literally!) after her operation in May. The physio doesn't think she'll actually be back at work for another month, but that's another story....

We got to talking about how my diet is going, and I told her how I was really disappointed in myself (have you noticed the significant lack of diet posts of late!?) that I hadn't lost as much weight as I'd set out to lose.

I made no secret of the fact that I wanted to lose 4stoneby2012. It's also no secret that I'm nowhere near that target - I should have lost 3stone by now, when in fact I've only lost one and a half. I'm mad and frustrated with myself. I'm pissed off that I don't have more willpower.

Mum told me that she thought part of my problem is that I put too much pressure on myself all the time - pressure to lose 4 stone before the end of the year. Pressure to pass my driving test before the end of the year. Pressure to find a new job. Pressure to get pregnant.

She's right.

I do put a lot of pressure on myself all the time. I set myself up to fail, to be upset and to berate myself over it.

And I need to stop doing it.

I need to start being happier with where I'm at. Happy that I'm a stone and a half lighter than I was in April. Happy that I'm having good driving lessons every week. Happy that I have a job, unlike a lot of people at the moment. Happy that I have a husband that loves me, baby or not.

So Exciting!!

Last week I met up with my friend, Mrs Mc, for a drink and a catch up.

Mrs Mc and her hubby have been trying for a baby since their wedding in 2007, with no joy. They went through all the tests, and discovered that Mr Mc's spermies weren't too healthy, so started IVF.

Whilst having the IVF treatment, they discovered that Mrs Mc wasn't producing eggs anymore, despite the fact that she's not menopausal and she still bleeds.

They've been on a waiting list for the past 2 years for a suitable egg donor. Once they have the donor, the egg will be "fertilised" with Mr Mc's sperm and transferred to Mrs Mc's womb, where hopefully it'll stick and be a baby Mc.

Mrs Mc and I are really open about out TTC struggles - I had a good ol' weep at her when we met up last week, actually - and she's probably the only person I have (IRL) that gets it. And possibly vice versa for her, too.

Anyway, I asked her how things were going and what the latest was, and she told me that

THEY HAVE A DONOR!!!

She's currently on treatment to get her cycle in sync with her donors but, all being well, the transfer should happen at the end of November. 

She could be almost 6 weeks pregnant by Christmas.

She actually knows, roughly, what her EDD is, and she's not even pregnant yet - how crazy is that?!

Oh, and it might be twins....

I am so fricking excited for them. Usually, the thought of one of my friends having a baby fills me with jealousy, but I'm honestly over the moon for them. I think because I know what a mission it's been for them.

I know there are still a lot of ifs, buts, maybes and obstacles that they have to face, but my fingers are firmly crossed for them.

And I've been promised lots of baby cuddles, too!

MIA

So, I've been a bit absent for the past couple of weeks.

Don't worry, I've still be reading all your exploits - I just don't really have any of my own to report.

I'm hoping to have something nice, inspirational and exciting to say soon, though...

10 Positive Things

Before I went on holiday I attended a work conference.

There was a guest speaker there, who asked us to list 10 positive things that had happened to us that day. They didn't need to be big things, just good things that had happened.

I couldn't do it (I made it to 4 in the time we were given!). She told us to try to do it at the end of every day for the next 21 days (because, if you do something every day for 21 days it becomes habit).

So, I've started to think about it when laid in bed in the evening - no matter how bad a day you've had, there's always room for some positivity.

Here's my list from yesterday:

1. My morning hug from Mr B

2. The rain stopping before I left the house

3. Having a cup of coffee made for me when I got to work

4. Eating a sneaky Roses chocolate

5. Finding a fiver at the bottom of my bag

6. Having a great driving lesson

7. Chilling out at home watching trash on the TV

8. Catching up with some blogging

9. Catching up with my friend

10. Having an early night.

What would your 10 positive things be?

400 posts = a whole new look!

I realised after my last post that I've hit 400 posts!

I can't quite believe it.

Thank you to everyone who sticks with me and reads my useless drivel - thanks even more to those of you who comment, encourage, and support me.

This blog is a great little outlet for me - I know most of my ramblings mean nothing to you readers, but it's a great outlet for me.

Anyway, I thought it was about time to have a refreshing change to mark the monumental 401st post!

Enjoy!

WINNER!!!

I recently entered a photo competition on a hotel website.

We've stayed at a couple of Hand Picked Hotels, and I registered for their newsletter. The competition asked for a captioned photo from one of their venues, with the top prize (as voted for on Facebook) won dinner bed and breakfast at one of the hotels.

I didn't really think anything of it, but though it worth a go.

I entered this photo:

With the caption DIRTY WEEKEND.

The competition closed today but I wasn't lucky enough to win the overnight stay - my photo got 2 facebook votes compared to the winner's 990! - but I did get the Judges' choice, which means I get dinner for two at one of their hotels.

I'm super chuffed!!

So Sad...

I'm a crier.

I cry a lot - when I'm sad, happy, angry or tired.

This week, I'm super tired. I think I'm missing the lazy days and regular siestas from last week.

I'm also a thinker. I over think things sometimes.

So, because I'm tired and thoughtful this week, I ended up having a cry last night.

I'd convinced myself I was a bad wife - I didn't want to cook dinner, I hadn't moved from the sofa after getting in from work, and (shock horror!) I still haven't finished unpacking my suitcase.

Mr B assured me that none of the above makes me a bad wife. I didn't believe him, so I got straight into the kitchen to rustle him up some dinner... a boiled egg sarnie!

And relax...

Sorry for the recent lack of posts.

I'd gone back to not really feeling it, but also had a week's holiday last week.

Me, Mr B and a beach.

It was bliss.

Already I feel like it was ages ago, and I only got back early yesterday morning.

I've got lots to catch up on, and while blog posts is one of those things, it's not all that high on the list. I'll be back as soon as, though.

BTW - I can't seem to be able to comment on my comments at the moment, so thanks to the folks that have commented recently.
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