Bad Sugar

Bad Sugar

I spent the first 3 months of my pregnancy on antibiotics. I had kidney infections, chest infections, swollen glands, infection, infection, infection! It was one after another. I would finish one course and a week later I was back on another. It was at a clinic appointment that the reason for these was noticed. My glucose levels were on the high side. I was sent for a glucose test 2 months earlier than normal and I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes.

I wasn’t really sure what this meant and all I was really sure of was that I now had another set of clinic appointment to add to my collection. Read more

Up the Creek Without a Paddle

Up the Creek Without a Paddle

Saturday 29th of March 2014 found in me in a rather unusual situation. Husband and I were in Tesco buying wine. I was going to a friend’s house for a girl’s night in. I don’t do this a lot so I was really looking forward to it. I spent ages picking a nice wine. Then doubt started to creep in. I had been feeling funny for the last 3 weeks. I was constantly tired no matter how much sleep I got, my appetite was disappearing and I was feeling a little sick. I had also missed my period but kept telling myself I’ll get it tomorrow.

So right there in the alcohol section the decision was made, I was taking the wine to the checkout, Husband was getting a test and we would meet back at the car. Not suspicious at all. But I was terrified and mortified. Buying a pregnancy test and a bottle of wine in Tesco was the last thing I wanted to be seen doing. Read more

Letter To My 2 Year Old

Letter To My 2 Year Old

Dear Puddin,

I’m not very good with face to face but I have something I want to tell you, something you need to know. The easiest way for me to tell you is to write to you.

Right now, you’re two years old. You’re small, smart and stubborn. Most of that you get from me. I’m not sure if that makes me sorry or proud. I’m mostly proud. You’re funny, a messer and such an entertainer. This you get from your dad. I take no responsibility for that! Each day you learn something new. You pick things up so quickly it scares me. You have so much potential, you will be amazing no matter what you decide to do with your life.

You are so alert, you miss nothing. The soother we’ve hidden or the play doh I hate, the buttons or grapes you want before dinner. You see it all. There are some things I wish you wouldn’t see, things I wish you didn’t have to see. Read more

How time flies when life gets in the way.

How time flies when life gets in the way.

So it’s been a while. Let me reintroduce myself. Hello! I’m still Sue, I’m still weird and apparently I’m still here. A lot has happened since I was last here. I had a job, then I had a new job, then I had three jobs. I’m not really sure how that happened exactly but it did. Now I have one. Again not really sure how that happened either.

I also turned thirty. I know I should be quaking in my boots about this, although I’m not really sure why. I’m not. Husband took me to London to celebrate. I had a ball!! We toured, we shopped, we ate. I gained four pounds. Sadly it wasn’t a financial gain, Slimming World was forgotten about! I fell in love with Covent Garden and Camden. So many markets, so little time! Why are there only twenty fours hours in a day?!? So unfair! Read more

My Victory Dance

My Victory Dance

 

At approximately 5.30pm, Thursday 18th of August 2016 a great thing happened. It has shocked me completely and given me a massive lift. I am on such a personal high that I passed Cloud Nine miles back. But to understand this a bit better, here is a little background.

When I was 18. I was a size 8 and every time I looked in the mirror I saw a hideous fat monster looking back. This had been going on for years. My tummy was never toned and flat like most girls, so as far as I was concerned I was huge! I wore baggy clothes to hide my figure and never believed any compliment I was given. Compliments were just people being polite. Read more

Boxes, Boxes, Boxes

Boxes, Boxes, Boxes

Back in November, the house that has been our home for the past five years was put up for sale. It wasn’t something I was happy about but that was our landlord’s right. After a month of continuous viewings, Husband and I decided that maybe we should prepare ourselves for the worst….I mean a sale. So we and that’s the royal we so I, started to sort through our belongings and began to pack up bits and pieces. I had also decided that we needed a clear out.

Thus began two months of ferrying boxes and bag to the charity shop. Clothes that hadn’t seen the light of day in years. Books that hadn’t been touched in, well, ever! Boxes upon boxes of glasses. Im still not entirely sure why we needed 30 pint glasses or two dozen wine glasses. Off they went! It got to the point that if I was passing within a mile of the charity shop I had something to leave in. I’m pretty sure I could have opened my own!! Read more