Punctuality has never really been my thing. And it is with shame that I make that statement. Alas even with the greatest of intentions and all the will in the world I never have been able to perfect my time-keeping skills. Tis a flaw that gets me into trouble time and time again. No pun intended ;-)

I therefore have refrained from sending a very stroppy email to the North Pole today, for I fear it is my tardiness that is to blame for the absence of one of the pressies on my list to Saint Nick.

Perhaps if I’d returned my list sooner he might have had time to make the necessary negotiations with the Weather Man. To ensure that the snow did not fall upon our little village last night as I’d specifically requested. Alas I guess once again I was too late.  

I know I did state that I didn’t want a white ‘Christmas’. And I am also aware that ‘Christmas’ isn’t actually until next week. Yet I assume that Father C knew what I meant, he is magical after-all, and he should know that as a woman I am fully within my rights to say one thing and mean another.

Ah well, I have been a very good girl this year, so hopefully all the other stuff on my list will appear :-)

Generally speaking 6:30am and I do not meet very often. Unless I am still awake from the night before, or am going on holiday or something. Well last night I went to bed at a reasonable hour and did not have plans for holidaying today, so you can imagine my surprise when I found myself wide awake and face-to-face with the digits ‘6:30’am flashing furiously on my phone.

‘It’s snowed!’ Jay whispered. ’Come and see!’

And as though I might have doubted him had I not witnessed for myself, my excited husband led me by the hand, down the hall and into the living room where we stood surveying the snow-covered, bright white street.

Michael McIntyre (my fave comedian of all time,) makes a little joke in one of his stand-up gigs that a man should never ever wake his wife on her day off unless it has snowed or a celebrity has died. And Jay seems to take this rule very seriously indeed. He never normally wakes me when I’m due a lay-in. This morning though I’m so glad he did. Because it was absolutely beautiful.

Together we padded through the house hand in hand, viewing the picture-postcard scenes from every possible angle of the comfort of our warm house. We checked the drive. Beautiful. We gasped at the garden. Even more beautiful. We tiptoed into Lori’s bedroom for a glimpse of the front garden. Again very beautiful.

And eventually, once we’d decided that yes, the snow had made everything indeed beautiful we climbed back into bed and whispered excitedly until we’d nodded back off to sleep.

Of course snow is all well and good when one has nowhere in particular to be. So today Santa, the Weather Man, Mother Nature and Climate Change can all be forgiven for granting us with a winter wonderland in Wymington, yet I’m slightly nervous that should the snow continue to fall my rellies might be a tad disappointed when they tear open the wrapping paper I have already purchased and find a pressie of Sweet F.A inside.

Because *Shock, horror* I haven’t yet finished my Christmas Shopping. And if the snow continues all the shops will shut, I won’t be able to drive (I can barely drive in fine weather, let alone snow) and the presents I intend on buying next week will remain on the shelves til next year.

Now I’m thinking I should have added ‘punctuality’ and ‘better organisational skills’ to my Christmas list this year, cos right now both are looking more useful than the sable. :-/

Steph x
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Well it would seem my iron levels have remained the same. The results of yesterday's blood test were delivered to me this morning along with the inevitable news that I will be giving birth in the chamber of horrors. (Oooops I mean hospital.)

To say i'm gutted is an understatement. I feel so let down and so angry with myself for believing that this time things would be different. They should have given me the results weeks ago, then it would be a different story. Knobheads. (I apologise for my use of immature language alas i am very hormonal and tend to find swearing rather theraputic actually.)

I'l get over it, it's just gonna take a while to sink in.

In the meantime I cannot see any reason why this little person shouldn't join us on the outside now and so operation GTBOM ("GET THIS BABY OUTTA ME" - in case you were wondering) is now at the fore-front of my mind and on the top of my list of priorities from now on!

I'm going for a long walk in a bit (I read that walking will help ensure he's in the easiest position) and after that am heading into town to buy all the ingredients for my project. On my list . . .

Castor Oil. (I know those of you who know all about pregnancy and the effects of taking this laxative will be sucking in breath through gritted teeth right now and reading with expressions of horror on your faces, alas i am being rebellious today and will suffer in silence later if it doesn't work!)

More pineapple, (you never know)

Something spicy for tea (could go with the usual Curry but am thinking Mexican could be even better!)

Was going to put Raspberry Leaf Tea however have just read that I should have been taking this every day for the past 6 weeks for it to have any real effect. Pants.

Evening Primrose Oil (I'm gonna be so silky and greasy with all this oil consumption! lol)

Oregano and Fresh Basil. (Don't ask about the scientific effects, i haven't really done my homework on this one, but will try nevertheless!)

Am also needing to purchase new PJ's, slippers and dressing gown for labour bag.

Oh and need to put car-seat in car.

And chocolate to cheer me up too!

Steph x

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This morning we won £250,000.

What do you mean, 'yeah right.' ?! We did!

Granted the money isn't quite in the account just yet. But we've definately won, the Readers Digest told us so. And I trust the Readers Digest because . . . well . . . because I'm sure my Nan has a few of their books and she wouldn't buy from a dodgy company.

So we are definately winners and the dosh shall definitely arrive within 72 hours, which gives me enough time to properly plan out what I'm going to spend it on. I'm going to make a list. (I love making lists.)

Obviously I'll have to briefly take darling Jay's wishes into account, especially since it was technicaly him that won the money, but we are married and everyone knowes wives are better at spending money than husbands.

Whilst I'm contemplating exactly what to buy with our £250,000 I am munching quite happily on some ice. (I should explain that when pregnant I suffer irrational and quite disturbing cravings for ice cubes, I like to make up at least a pint of ice cubes, which I then crunch, (much to the annoyance of mates and family) and I am extremely particular about the kind of ice I consume - eg. it has to have a 'snowy, frosty texture.' and the cubes have to be relatively small.) - so todays fix of ice cubes hasbeen donated ever so kindly to me from the staff at Raunds Maccy D's. Last night, on the way home from my evening at Mum's i started clucking like a heroine addict.  My withdrawal symptoms, i imagine are quite similar to those of a proper junkie. I start getting stroppy, (not unusual for a hormonal girl, least of all me,) and i get irritable. My heart starts to beat extra fast and i get hot flushes too. I just couldn't wait til we got home.

Really i ought to take this oportunity to thank Jay for negotiating my ice deal in Macdonalds in the middle of the night. Thanks baby, you're a star!

I suppose this leads me to the first item of my list.

1. Ice Machine. (Preferably portable.)

I need to go now, i need to pop into town and get some bits for the house, some stuff to keep us going until our dosh arrives. ;-)

I'll keep thinking about that list though, rest assured. And if you can think of anything else i might buy just let me know!

With Love,

Lady Steph.

(Item number 2. - A Title.)

x



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