I'm writing this entry from a sunny corner in my garden, from where I have just witnessed Lucky, (my grown-up duck) fall from the top of the wall, flapping his wings in vain, (he's a domestic duck and cannot fly.) I could see he was embarrassed, but he's working hard to show that the fall was, in fact, intentional and that joining me here, on the patio, was exactly what he'd been planning on doing all along. Who knew ducks could be so proud?!

I have eaten a Snickers for my breakfast, which i found out on the kitchen side and i am currently gagging on the worst cup of coffee i've ever made, (seriously need a coffee machine. Note the use of the word, 'need,' as apposed to 'want.') - So this is how i'm kicking off this Bank Holiday, (right, like the banks really need another holiday, they're hardly ever open as it is!)

Last night i was back in my own bed, having spent the previous night cosied up with my man in a hotel up in Middlesborough. We set off on thursday, after franticly organising care of our little girl, cat, duck, ducklings and dogs, and made the four hour, (yep four hour) car journey up North and I don't think, in all my travels I have ever ventured that far up our country before. (Least of all when heavily pregnant!) lol

Jay has his big sales account kicking off today, he's been preparing for months for it and he needed to get up to the head office in order to collect all his promotional bits and peices. I didn't need to go with him, but couldn't really be trusted not to go into labour whilst he was gone. Still I'm glad I went, we had fun.

We made numerous pee and ice stops on the way. Ate at the filthiest KFC ever, (seriously the place was a dump,) arrived in time to have a quick drink in the hotel bar and caught a little of Kitchen Nightmares on the box before falling into a blissful slumber.

We'd planned on having an early morning swim but favoured an extra half hour in bed instead and then got up for a delicious breakfast. (I had a continental, despite Jay telling me how 'gay,' it was.)

We headed to Giraffe's head office at about 9, had a cuppa with some of the team and loaded the car with boxes and bags before setting off on our homeward bound journey that, this time, took about 6 hours in total. One yummy pub-lunch and numerous drop-off's later and we finally got home in time to pick up our little princess from her after-school disco.

Needless to say Bump and I were aching all over by the time we got home and i had practise contractions, (Braxton Hicks) into the wee small hours of the morning. I know my psychic skills leave much to be desired but i really do feel this baby is going to make a slightly early appearence . . .

Katy's coming over today, to tease me with her tales of single-gal-dom. I'm gonna ask her to dye my hair for me, (if she's going to make me jealous she might as well do it whilst making me beautiful at the same time! lol) and later we're gonna settle down and watch our Wedding DVD. - (Cannot believe it's been almost a year since we got hitched!) - Looking forward to it!

Gotta go now, will be back at some point over the weekend! ;-)

With Love

Steph x

 

 

 

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Well, it’s safe to say the boy done good ;-) Better than good. In fact I doubt Cupid himself could have topped it.

I won’t go into detail, I don’t wanna drive you insane with jealousy ;-) But I am counting myself as a very, very lucky girl, (Which is just as well really, since in a matter of months I’ll be pledging to spend the rest of my life with this guy! lol)

I am feeling strangely emotional at the moment, not suicidal emo or anything, just a tad soppy. I’m finding myself feeling all sentimental about stuff, like, you know, Lorelei getting old and everything, (she turns 4 tomorrow, and I feel really, really weird about it!) – And I keep crying for no real reason.

Wednesday night, for example, Mum and I headed out for a night at the flicks. We saw, ‘P.S I Love You,’ (which is fantastic, by the way, well worth watching!) – The storyline is quite sad, (in a nice way, if that makes any sense??!) – and yet out of the, oooh I don’t know, 30 odd people in the auditorium, I seemingly was the only one totally unable to control my emotions. I practically sobbed all the way through the film, making my popcorn soggy, and drawing far too much unwanted attention to myself. As we left the cinema I caught a glimpse of my reflection, my eyes were red-raw and my mascara was making a swift getaway. And even on the way home I was chewing my lip and twiddling my hair, the way I always do when I feel like I’m going to cry.

Still, don’t let me put you off . . . the story is lovely, and the eye-candy’s not bad either . . . . ;-)

Sophie Kinsella has a new novel out, (buy it, buy it now!) It’s called, ‘Remember Me?’ and I am totally hooked on it! Seriously, it’s so funny I keep laughing out loud, I’m trying to persuade Jay to read it too, only he doesn’t quite seem to share my passion for Chick Lit. (which is a bit shit actually) – I’m desperate to finish it, to see what happens at the end, but I know I’ll be gutted when it’s all over. Still, it should encourage me to get on with my own novel, (especially since I vowed I’d have it completed by the end of 2008 and we’re already half-way through February!) – I guess with all these soppy chick flicks and novels, my romantic side is out on true form!

At the risk of making this entire blog entry read like a Jonathan Ross Review, I’m also just gonna briefly rave about that ITV thingy . . . ‘Moving Wallpaper,’ and, ‘Echo Beach.’ – Very amusing, very witty – makes staying in on a Friday night totally viable!

We partied hard this afternoon, to celebrate Lorelei’s birthday. I’ve put the pics up, and I think they pretty much speak for themselves but we had a wonderful time.

It’s such a strange thought to think that this time 4 years ago I went into labour, (actually it will be exactly 4 years ago at midnight) – I remember Mum and I were watching the Brit awards, she was practising her Reflexology skills on me after my Auntie had recommended giving it a go to speed the labour process on . . . I remember shaving my legs in the tub before driving to the hospital, and then applying shit-loads of make-up on the way, as if it mattered what I looked like!

God, I can’t believe I went through all that, makes me feel extremely proud. My theory? If I can cope with labour, I can cope with anything ;-)

Well it was certainly worth it – I’d have a zillion kids if I could guarantee they’d all be as amazing as my Lori, I mean, obviously I would be totally skint and would have to build a house the size of England to squeeze all my kids in, but I’m sure it’d be okay ;-)

Righty-ho . . . I guess I’d better hit the sack now, got a busy weekend ahead of us and I’ll be a right bitch for the journey down south tomorrow, if I don’t get enough shut-eye ;-)

Stephie x
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