Another star in the night sky

Today is a strange day. It should have been a very happy day, instead I feel a bit numb.

I've been staring at the Ante Natal Clinic attendance card which is lying on my desk. Today would have been the first time we would have seen our greatly wanted and much loved baby at 13 weeks, 4 days.

But it wasn't to be. The same day we received the appointment card I started to bleed. A day that had started excitedly with J waking me up to get me to open the much anticipated letter from the hospital ended with me laying awake all night feeling very frightened.

Goodbye Magpie

Well, I'm not really sure where to start. A lot has happened in the past couple of months and in many ways it feels like, for me personally, a watershed has been reached. I turned 30 this November - a ripe old age that I'm frankly surprised I survived to. I've left TDN in any official capacity, having just completed a significant web project with them. And I'm leaving the magpie name behind. In terms of who I am, I don't think it adequately describes me. Ten years ago, maybe five or even two years ago, I think it did. But now? Not at all.

Feeling Brave

At last, I've got around to making a blog post :) But that's not why I'm feeling brave.

The reason is, for the first time since my little stay in hospital in February, I've worn a skirt to work! That may not seem like much to some people, but for me is a huge thing.

People can see my legs! :shock:

Thank Crunchie it's Sunday...

Hello :)

What a weekend! Dafydd arrived on Friday afternoon, earlier than expected, which meant some hurried washing up. Having been stopped by some of the local police, who wanted to know what he was doing with a tent on a motorbike (camping?!), he was in dire need of tea. Tassja arrived scant seconds later, and we spent the evening chilling out.

Saturday morning we awoke to find Dafydd's bike stolen. We called the police, and scoured the local area, but to no avail. So far, even having checked the CCTV, it's not been found :(