Syringing Solo, Steak and sickness
Well!! Last night was exciting! When I say exciting, I mean absolutely terrifying. Let me start from where I left off previously. The day had been actually OK, I was the happiest I had felt in a long time, I felt content and my face hurt from smiling, I have to say it had been a long time since I had felt that naturally. I was not sure if this was a good thing or a sign of an impending melt down, but I went with it.
I went to work, I did my work, I had lots of lovely well wishes and messages, and one little conversation in particular from one of my most favorite people in the world, Niece number 2. Niece number 2 has recently become a mother herself, and boy has she taken to it wonderfully, her little boy is absolutely gorgeous, as is she and her hot partner, (I can say that right?) but She contacted me saying my blog made her feel......sick! I immediately apologised, but bless her heart, she went on to explain that it was only because she wanted it to work so much for us. This is why I love my family, my Girls are like my sisters and the boys, well they are OK ;), I am very blessed to have 7 wonderful nieces and nephews, they are after all the reason I quite like my siblings!! So after a long chat with pretty number 2, it turned out I would be passing their whereabouts on my journey home, perfect to stall jabbing solo and even more perfect I can cuddle the munchkin. Both of these things happened. Munchkin watched cartoons on my knee for about 2 seconds before screaming for his mummy and then I decided that I could not stall anymore, I should just go home and face the syringe. on my own.
I went in, laid it all out in front of me, turned, got back in the car, text my group chat with my three evil but beautiful friends and they told me one at a time, but the same time 'just get on with it' I wouldn not mess with any off them alone but especially in a pack. (witches of eastwick, with a heart, hell I hope that I am right they will not read this as bored already) So off I went back inside, I took a deep breath, filled the syringe, spotted a bubble, then another bubble, squirted it back into bottle. repeated again, then in it went. Forgetting that by the time I faffed about, the wipe had worn off and I heard the echo of a " C bomb" bounce of the walls of my home.
I was so relived that I thought I would do something nice and I would prepare The Beard a wonderful dinner. Fillet steak, beautiful veg selection, new potatoes, and even some cheeky onion rings, who doesnt love a cheeky oinion ring! he walked in, I told him his girl did good, he looked happy tand relieved that i was not in a corner sobbing, and I proceeded to serve him his dinner. We both sat tucking in. he noticed I was eating corn on the cob. I hate sweetcorn, but seem to have this weird attitude of lets try new things, and I had never had it off the cob. WELL!!! It is my new favourite thing. Jesus what a treat that was, I was feeling happy, so happy. Then. It. Hit. Me. I felt a wave, more a tsunami of sudden unexplainlable heat wash over me, I knew in about 2/5 of a second, I had to get to the toilet. My skin started to leak sweat from places I didnt even know possible and I lept up and ran at speeds I am pretty sure would of placed me on the medal table at the recent atheletics. I just made it to the bathroom, where I was now facing my beautiful dinner once again and just had to lay on the cool bathroom tiles. As quick as it happened, it was over. I have no idea why it happened, was only my second jab, I had no explanation but I did know that I was savage at a dinner I was really enjoying had made another appearence. The beard sauntered up the stairs 'alright babe' he said, still chewing his steak. he lent down, pulled me up, sauntered back down stairs, and continued to eat his dinner. WANKER!!! He even advised me I didnt ned to move so quick, even though he said "fucking hell, you've still got a yard int ya" I believe that's fen for "you are still rather quick" which is odd as I've never been quick in my life, as it 'wouldnt of put him of his food' bloody weirdo and he will regret saying that next time cause the sudden energetic leap up the stairs did me in! Part of me is intrigued to see if he would carry on eating. That's classic bitch me right there!
The night was thereafter, quite uneventful, fairly decent sleep, only woke approximately 56 times as opposed to the standard 134 times that I seem to wake each night as our new, beautiful, long awaited for home, also works evenings, as A RUDDY GREEN HOUSE. But still, I woke less. Today has been a very strange day, very strange, but in the most wonderful of ways.
I will fill you in that tomorrow in case jab 3 makes some changes to that in the next 24 hours.
Currently in a beautiful hotel room, full from a beautiful meal and now I am about to lay in the most comfortable bed I have ever had the pleasure of being around!
Lots of love
A desperate Mummy to be X
PS crying at the Heinz advert with the little hot dog dogs pleased to see thier ketchup owners is normal right?????????????
I went to work, I did my work, I had lots of lovely well wishes and messages, and one little conversation in particular from one of my most favorite people in the world, Niece number 2. Niece number 2 has recently become a mother herself, and boy has she taken to it wonderfully, her little boy is absolutely gorgeous, as is she and her hot partner, (I can say that right?) but She contacted me saying my blog made her feel......sick! I immediately apologised, but bless her heart, she went on to explain that it was only because she wanted it to work so much for us. This is why I love my family, my Girls are like my sisters and the boys, well they are OK ;), I am very blessed to have 7 wonderful nieces and nephews, they are after all the reason I quite like my siblings!! So after a long chat with pretty number 2, it turned out I would be passing their whereabouts on my journey home, perfect to stall jabbing solo and even more perfect I can cuddle the munchkin. Both of these things happened. Munchkin watched cartoons on my knee for about 2 seconds before screaming for his mummy and then I decided that I could not stall anymore, I should just go home and face the syringe. on my own.
I went in, laid it all out in front of me, turned, got back in the car, text my group chat with my three evil but beautiful friends and they told me one at a time, but the same time 'just get on with it' I wouldn not mess with any off them alone but especially in a pack. (witches of eastwick, with a heart, hell I hope that I am right they will not read this as bored already) So off I went back inside, I took a deep breath, filled the syringe, spotted a bubble, then another bubble, squirted it back into bottle. repeated again, then in it went. Forgetting that by the time I faffed about, the wipe had worn off and I heard the echo of a " C bomb" bounce of the walls of my home.
I was so relived that I thought I would do something nice and I would prepare The Beard a wonderful dinner. Fillet steak, beautiful veg selection, new potatoes, and even some cheeky onion rings, who doesnt love a cheeky oinion ring! he walked in, I told him his girl did good, he looked happy tand relieved that i was not in a corner sobbing, and I proceeded to serve him his dinner. We both sat tucking in. he noticed I was eating corn on the cob. I hate sweetcorn, but seem to have this weird attitude of lets try new things, and I had never had it off the cob. WELL!!! It is my new favourite thing. Jesus what a treat that was, I was feeling happy, so happy. Then. It. Hit. Me. I felt a wave, more a tsunami of sudden unexplainlable heat wash over me, I knew in about 2/5 of a second, I had to get to the toilet. My skin started to leak sweat from places I didnt even know possible and I lept up and ran at speeds I am pretty sure would of placed me on the medal table at the recent atheletics. I just made it to the bathroom, where I was now facing my beautiful dinner once again and just had to lay on the cool bathroom tiles. As quick as it happened, it was over. I have no idea why it happened, was only my second jab, I had no explanation but I did know that I was savage at a dinner I was really enjoying had made another appearence. The beard sauntered up the stairs 'alright babe' he said, still chewing his steak. he lent down, pulled me up, sauntered back down stairs, and continued to eat his dinner. WANKER!!! He even advised me I didnt ned to move so quick, even though he said "fucking hell, you've still got a yard int ya" I believe that's fen for "you are still rather quick" which is odd as I've never been quick in my life, as it 'wouldnt of put him of his food' bloody weirdo and he will regret saying that next time cause the sudden energetic leap up the stairs did me in! Part of me is intrigued to see if he would carry on eating. That's classic bitch me right there!
The night was thereafter, quite uneventful, fairly decent sleep, only woke approximately 56 times as opposed to the standard 134 times that I seem to wake each night as our new, beautiful, long awaited for home, also works evenings, as A RUDDY GREEN HOUSE. But still, I woke less. Today has been a very strange day, very strange, but in the most wonderful of ways.
I will fill you in that tomorrow in case jab 3 makes some changes to that in the next 24 hours.
Currently in a beautiful hotel room, full from a beautiful meal and now I am about to lay in the most comfortable bed I have ever had the pleasure of being around!
Lots of love
A desperate Mummy to be X
PS crying at the Heinz advert with the little hot dog dogs pleased to see thier ketchup owners is normal right?????????????
You are doing great 👍
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