No, I hadn’t either. But I was reading a pals blog, a lovely happy post, then I clicked on one of the related posts at the end. It was this the truth about tokophobia. Tokophobia apparently means an extreme phobia of pregnancy. So there is a new word for me to remember. I am terrified of pregnancy. Terrified of birth. Terrified of labour. I have flash back phobia related dreams. I imagine myself in labour, even though I am only dreaming I feel the pain. I feel cramping sudden pain like smaller contractions. Until I wake up I am back there. Things didn’t go well for me at the birth of my first son. Apparently it was all fine and not medically unusual. But I kept saying “something is wrong. Something is still inside me.” They didn’t believe I knew my own body, first time Mother, what would she know? […]
I received this product a while back now, but was unsure what to write. The Ozeri Duo Ultra Salt and Pepper Grinder* looks brilliant on the kitchen table, and is a real space saver. The RRP is high at £29.99 but can be found on Amazon now at £9.95. If I was to pay a tenner for this it’s good, but for Thirty pounds I would have been very disappointed. It is a fabulous idea, yet it doesn’t quite seem to “work” somehow. The bottom of the grinder is the stand, but also the funnel for filling the mills. This means you can’t lose the base, so it gets put back on to the grinder, but then I have to remind my children to remove the base before use.
I hate throwing out things I think I can fix. Sadly Freya Woof has a shoe chewing habit, particularly my Crocs. I wear Crocs because I can import big girl sizes from the USA or Canada. I’m UK size 10 to 11, which is normally an American W12. For some reason they don’t sell them in the UK and its so hard for me to get shoes I like. I was mortified this week when Freya chewed up my newest pair I had worn exactly twice. No way, I couldn’t bin these. So I made new straps…. Knitted straps.
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It would be hard for regular blog readers to have not realised I adore my woofer. She was a rescue from Dogs Trust, she had been stray and severely underweight. She fitted in here so fast, and although we have only been in her life since October she is now utterly irreplaceable. She loves attention, and being a nuisance to the neighbours cats, and running on the muddy field, and (weirdly) the vets. Most dogs dislike posties and vets, not Freya – she hugs them – paws on to their tummies and wagging her tail super fast with her head squashing into them in a please please stroke me kind of way.
Speck were lovely and sent us some cases to try, for 2 of our tablets and 1 of our phones. My eldest son D got his Nexus 7 last Christmas and he bought a very cheap leather look case from Amazon. It did the job, but within minutes of getting the Speck FitFolio case on his device he said he wish he’d got a better one a year ago and he couldn’t believe how much better it felt and looks. It costs £29.95 online. The quality difference is massive between Speck and the five quid generic tatt case he was using.
Hello, I am holding a very brief competition via Twitter. If you’d like to win these look at #JuliesSantaDummies and RT my tweet. Please follow so I can DM the winners. Simples! UK only, I am paying postage. Christmas delivery not guaranteed. As I can’t be truly impartial as I am friends with many of my followers I am getting my son to pick winners. I have 4 of these dummies. Ps please use the tag #JuliesSantaDummies so it’s easy to find entries.
As a child I used to love Nerf but was told I wasn’t allowed it, as I am a girl. How mean!? My eldest son D loves Nerf’s and has a bit of a collection upstairs. So he was Delighted when I told him Argos wanted to send him and Jen a Nerf each. You probably heard recently about the top Christmas Toys being announced, Nerf was on it. Dream toys here at Argos. Jen had a Stryfe and D had the Alpha Trooper CS12 Nerf. Sadly the weather has been against us, so not many photos, but my boys have been running about outside and inside shooting each other, me, and Blokey. Everything has been a target! These were brilliant fun. Jen struggled with his jamming, but my in-house-Nerf-expert D insists it was user error not an actual fault. D knows what he’s on about, he has 8 Nerfs, […]
Recently we were sent Scooby Doo’s latest DVD… Ok, not that recently. Around Halloween we watched Scooby Doo Adventures – The Mystery Map. This is a new sort of Scooby Doo. It’s all puppets. Scooby Doo himself is super cute, but Daphne’s hair looks wrong to us, and a few other things don’t seem quite right. Maybe we are a little too old retro? The film lasts 3/4 of an hour, and is a about a search for a pirate treasure map, which has been snatched by “Phantom Parrot”. In classic SD style the phrase “I would have got away with it without you meddling kids!” is in there, and some other bits are on par with the original Hanna-Barbera cartoons. It’s not completely modernified.
The Breastfeeding trial seems largely unpopular based on the other blog posts I’ve read today, and lots of comments on twitter. New Mum’s offered voucher incentive to breastfeed. If I was offered £200 for breastfeeding my sons I would have taken it willingly. It’s not £200 all in one go, it’s in £40 chunks only dished out when the mum has breastfed for certain lengths of time. For my first child I struggled. I cried in bed in the hospital as my B cups had swollen to about an E within a few days. It was horrible, but I got past this as I was helped in the hospital each evening by the staff after the dinner, visiting time then bed time routines. It would go quieter and I’d get sensible advice. I only managed up to 4 months with D, but I’m glad I tried. I had the dreaded […]
Twitter informs me its World Mental Health Day today. Something I can contribute to I feel. The other day I shared my doctors letter with you. I was hurt and upset to read a professional stating “Julie’s condition disables her” and his opinion that I’ll probably never be fit to work again. This is due to mental health. Mental health is often invisible. It often comes with a huge stigma, and a lot of judgement. A brief history of me… I’ve been abused, step father and a male partner. I have been beaten, robbed, raped, forced to do things, and utterly controlled to a point I lost the will to live. I escaped, I ran a few hundred miles and made internet friends. One of those internet friends is my Blokey, and we have two gorgeous children. Despite my mood swings, flash backs, nightmares, phobias, depression, dissociative disorder, and break […]
This morning I woke in the night, as I often do. Still a bit sleepy I walk in to my kitchen for a drink, not bothering to turn on the lights as I can see enough from the orange glow of a nearby street lamp. I bent down to retrieve a clean and slightly warm mug from my dishwasher and I catch movement out of the corner of my eye. A woman is in my garden, walking past my window. I see her eyes towards me, shes looking in to my home, I duck but keep watch. Then a second shadow sneaks past. I hear whispered voices. They are standing still, in my front garden, right at my front door. I feel frightened. I shout loudly to Blokey upstairs “there are people in our garden” and I run upstairs to look from a safer place. Its not like opening my […]