Saturday 28 January 2012

Just popping in with a boost...or not I should say!

Have you ever tried to eat an orange whole after peeling it? I have, just now in fact and i can confirm, it doesn't really work! You will just make a mess and get sticky fingers. You're much better off eating segment by segment like most normal people.

I thank you.



So, hello friends, and might i say friends from around the globe! I am indeed extremely delighted for having checked out my audience on my blog stats (yes, i can do that) I can see that not only do i have views from the suspected UK, USA, South Africa, Australia and other places around the world where friends and family reside, but also from some very interesting locations...for example Russia! I am very pleased to know that my darling friends and family are reading this blog but that also strangers are too! It makes me want to reach out and talk about something really smart and interesting...Like Cadbury's Boost Chocolate Bars...


Now, often we hear of pregnant women, (i say women because it usually is women who are pregnant, I'm not being sexist), talking about their change in appetite during the 9 month period that they are in the family way. And i have to say, that when i got up this morning i did indeed crave cake! Not just any cake, for the thought of a flapjack or a muffin did not appeal, but a proper piece of carrot cake, or lemon cake you know, proper home mad nanny cake. So, i had the pleasure of going for a beautiful stroll on Saunton Sands Beach with my good friend Emma and her little girl Lauren who is in fact turning 4 tomorrow! CAN I GET A SHOUT OUT FOR LAUREN PLEASE PEOPLE! ITS HER BIRTHDAY TOMORROW!!! Thanks....anyhoo, at the end of this refreshing walk did i decide to indulge in a bit of cake from the shop which sells a variety of hot and cold snacks. However, to my sadness and dismay did i get to the counter, ask what cake they had available only to have my attention drawn to a small rack on the counter holding smartie cookies! I DIDN'T WANT A COOKIE! I WANTED CAKE!!! So, not wishing to make a scene, i settled on a carton of OJ and a Cadbury's boost...not wanting to share any, because i am nice like that, i brought it home and had it after my sandwich and cuppa soup.

 Now, its been a log time since I've bought a chocolate bar because I'm usually a savory girl you see, give me a lump of cheese or an olive any day and I'm yours, rather like a mouse, (although I'm not sure that mice like olives...Ill have to investigate that further!). However, today, this did not suit and something sweet was indeed required instead. NOW in the past if i have ever had a boost i have found them rather sickly and very filling, like I've said, i'm a savory girl. Today however, today was different and I am still sat baffled as to what happened. I opened the boost, i bit into the boost and i swallowed the boost...then, the next thing i know...THE BOOST IS GONE! Within the space of about 12.3 seconds i had eaten the boost and i hadn't even been aware that id done it! In shock and disbelief i studied the wrapper, searching somehow for some kind of answer or clue that might explain to me how on earth I, ME, ONE OF A SAVORY PREFERENCE could have performed such a swift and unexpected devourment of the chocolate bar in question. THEN TO MY HORROR, I discovered that there was a piece of the blue, foil wrapper missing too! It must have stuck to the thick caramel center and without realising it i must have swallowed it with the chocolate coating and fondant center! Oh dear...i have disgraced myself...I'm turning into that lady from that children's story book...

Oh god! What has become of me! Why didn't Trev give me a sign? Some kind of warning? 
That said, it was very nice...i did enjoy it. My only regret is that i didn't buy two of them...and perhaps, if I'm completely honest with you, a couple of those smartie cookies too!

Pregnancy sure does make us do funny things hey! Teehee.

Now, according to the hospital from my 12 week scan i am indeed 18 weeks and 2 days preggers now. According to my book of pregnancy at 18 weeks and 2 days, although i may not feel it yet, my baby may start to have hiccups at this stage. Now, that's fine. I can handle that...but then, as i read on, it says and i quote 'Your babies eyes and ears are now in their final position of his face. The ears have moved up from the jaw line and the eyes have moved up from the side of the head to lie closer together, looking forward. being the immature person that i am, i started to laugh when i read this. I decided to draw a picture...
This is sort of what was going through my head...however, I'm not the worlds greatest artist...but you get the gist. Tis verra funny! 


Haha....Oh...too much time, tooooo much time. I would like to have wrapped this post up with some picture taken by myself, however, i cannot find the dear camera charger which i suspect has accidentally been put in the attic by accident by darling hubby. However, when it is finally charge i shall send you some pics of sprouts bump which has popped out this week quite significantly...and will also start sharing with you some bits and pieces that i am collecting for the nursery! Happy days.

For now...I'm going for a nap! And then possibly a nice hot bubble bath. Until next time though my furry friends. Be nice to one another, and good. And remember now, if you cant be good, be careful!

Monday 23 January 2012

Who's a dipstick???...I AM!

A very sweet Hamster! Doing what appears to be Hamster style sit ups! 
Soooooo, to many of you who know me, work with me, spend time with me socially, you know that i am a bit of a ditz, even at the best of times. This isn't deliberate, I don't do it for attention, it just seems to happen. I have always been happier living life and going about my days in a bit of a dream world imagining things rather than really taking whats in front of my face for granted. Sometimes this works well, other times it doesn't! Many a time have I been told to 'grow up' or to 'get a grip' but its hard you know! Haha. But boy oh boy, the last week or so I have been such a dipstick! I'm seriously losing the plot! I just cant seem to switch on! The other day  my friend and colleague spent 5 minutes telling me how her little girl wanted a hamster for a pet, and when she finished talking i said 'I know! Why don't you get a hamster?!' And that is just an example of what people are having to put up with! it must be very annoying!

A beautiful Humming Bird...unlike myself. 
Another thing that I've noticed is that I'm finding things funny which, really, aren't that funny at all! I do seem to be laughing rather a lot and giggling at things. Particularly the cat! He only has to look at me and I'm off with the giggles. Poor things going to get a complex! Yip, its hard to irritate me at the moment, and if you do ill probably just come straight and tell you! ( And that's another thing! Honesty! I'm probably as blunt as I ever have been at the moment!) Its certainly a rarity for me to be skipping around the office at work, but I have been and it feels good to be HONEST! :) AND TODAY I was humming all day! Not even a tune,  just couldn't seem to stop making noises...again, to passers by or people sat near to me, this must have been REALLY annoying! Just little sounds coming out of my mouth whenever i moved! 'Doo be doo....Pause...cachow de da de...la la ba boooo.'! I mean! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT? Haha...I go to put something in the bin 'Doo fa la teeee pa pa balooo'. I go to get some water 'Bow wow, ma ma ha la dee'. I go to the loo...'Skip eeeee, za za pachang!'. Its almost like looking at fighting words in an old Batman comic...'POW WOW! KAZAAAAAM! SMACK!'. Well, almost.

So, I guess what I am trying to say, is that I am feeling really happy! The dopiness, and the light hearted attitude has got be due to the fact that I'm not taking anything too seriously and really, life is good.


This is me in 4 months.
ALSO! I have been going on about wanting to go to Derbyshire for aaaaaages! I have had this desire to go away and pretend to be like Elizabeth Bennett in the BBC adaptation of Pride and Prejudice! (please note that I specifically stated the BBC version, the one with Colin Firth and NOT the one with Keira Knightly! That's very important!) And well, last week I decided that there was nothing stopping me, I just needed to make it happen! It didn't take much persuasion to get Dora to come with me, and together we have managed to find a cheap B&B which we booked today! BARGAIN it was, a 3 night trip for £90 each! BARGAINOUS! The idea behind this (as well as re-inventing Elizabeth B) is to get some good old fresh air and exercise before I get to Hippo stage. We are heading off on this little adventure when I will be 6 months pregnant. Meaning I should still be able to walk a bit and wont quite be waddling completely! And by waddling, I mean, like a duck! because I am aware that this will happen! Sometimes when I am walking up the stairs at work I feel like I am waddling and im not even half way yet...so I am fully repared to waddle! I have wanted to visit the Peak District for many years, and when Sprout comes along, walking trips just wont be as simple as they are now for at least a couple of years, so its time to do it! I CAN'T WAIT!
A happy duck out having a waddle.

I am 17 weeks and 4 days today! This means there are still 157 days to go and according to my Pregnancy book, my husband should be sending me flowers any day now...haha, ok! So it doesn't really say that! But it DOES say that My baby's complex lung development is continuing. And that I must be aware of hyper-extending (WHAT???)...uh...OK, so I must try to keep my hips in a neutral position and must try not to move my hips to one side!...Hmmmmm, that's gonna make walking hard! I must keep all movements slow and I must relax! SO basically, what my book is telling me is that at this stage of my pregnancy, I cannot swing my hips, I cannot over reach and I have to be slow! I KNOW, ILL JUST TURN MYSELF INTO A FLIPPIN SNAIL SHALL I!!!??? Because, as we all know, snails are odd creatures, and I have been acting odd. And snails are slow...and don't have arms to reach! SO maybe I should just do that! Ill become a snail!
Snails are odd creatures...

Friday 20 January 2012

NEW CLOTHES! Yaaaaaay!

Soooooo, you know how i said that Barnstaple was just RUBBISH for buying maternity clothes! (Actually, come to think of it, Barnstaple is particularly rubbish for buying any clothes unless you are smelly and over 80.) Well, my dear friend Dora Hobb Nobb kindly went on a little spree for me in Bath on Monday and did ever such a wonderful job in the sales. Take a look at this beautiful range of garments...
I really love my new dresses! And my first pair of maternity jeans! 
What we have here is a range of designer labels...
I believe this was Dora's most favourite purchase...

Close up you can see the pretty leaf printing in several  pretty colours. Overlapping and complimenting eachother on top of the black background. This dress is perfect worn with a pink, orange or blue cardigan, cashmere preferably, and a pair of classic 50's peep toe heels. Possibly out to dinner or a family occasion such as a christening or a bbq. 
As you can see, adding movement to this dress shows off its many layers and  flowing qualities. Perfect for a springtime stroll or riverside picnic. 

A floral pattern to go alongside the maternal nature of the average pregnant lady in all her hormonal glory. 

So ja, i feel pretty lucky and more than pleased with my new wardrobe. I think you owe yourself a pat on the back Hobbs, you did well by me you really did. I have to say addressing me as Mrs Holly Bransby Feather-bottom on the parcel would have been amusing had i of actually been in to receive it on Wednesday! The fact that i had to have it re-directed to my place of work was slightly embarrassing, especially as it had to be signed for!...You little jester you Dora!

SPROUT UPDATE: Little Sprout and I have had a good couple of days, i think he/she must be having some sort of growing spurt as i have been ever so tired. I had to leave work early yesterday just so i could sleep. I think i was home at 3pm which confused the cat immensely. Honestly, i walked in and he was there looking at me like i shouldn't be here! Cheeky sod. Anyway, that's not for here. I have also been eating a lot of yogurts this week which has been nice, i seem to have to have a Muller Light for desert every night or i am simply not satisfied. Cherry and Strawberry are my favourite flavours. However, tonight i did purchase a mango and passion-fruit one which i have never tried before...i will let you know how i get on with that. 

Other than that i don't have much to report. Its still 3 weeks until Tristan returns home from Angola and it feels like he has been gone for a lifetime. I just fear he wont recognise me when he returns home....or at least my fat arse anyway! Hahahaha...Ok, so its not that fat...not yet anyway! And i do have some lovely new dresses to cover it up! So EVERYONE'S A WINNER!



Tuesday 17 January 2012

Twins, Milk, Shopping and a Church...

I had the most vivid dreams last night! Teeeheeee, my goodness, so vivid! I was so glad when i woke up to find out that they were all in my head and not actually happening for real. I didn't bother looking them up either because they were very obviously closely related to my being up the duffer. But my goodness, it was like a farce, it really was! It was ever so funny, i mean, if it had been a scene in a film i would have been cringing and laughing all at once...it really was looney!...Shall i just tell you what happened? YES! Ok then.

So it all started when i walked into this room which was all soft, almost like something out of the old soft mint adverts where everything was sort of pillow like. And a family member (i cant remember who), came up to me and handed me my twins! I had obviously just had twins unbeknownst to myself! Rather than being overjoyed i was slightly alarmed! Which i should point out now isn't a reflection on how i feel, i don't feel alarmed in the slightest in real life. However, in the dream i was alarmed, possibly because in true dream like fashion i hadn't actually given birth, the babies just appeared and got handed to me like a stork had just dropped them down the chimney whilst passing by! And hey presto, i'm suddenly a mother of two!
 I observed whilst still slightly shocked that one of the babies had dark hair which clung to his head which, by the way, was a really odd shape! I do believe i pulled some sort of face, poor thing, and then i glanced to my left arm which held the second twin and this one had fluffy blonde hair and was sleeping. Still confused, i handed the babies to a passer by, whom it was i could not tell you and that's when the panic started to sink in! I HADN'T BEEN SHOPPING FOR THE BABIES! Scrambling around on the bouncy carpet in this marshmallow of a room i desperately tried to find a piece of paper and a pen so that i could write a shopping list of things that i would need for the babies. It seemed to really upset me that i hadn't been to the supermarket to buy nappies, a baby bath, cotton wool etc etc. At this point my mum appears in the room and listens as i shout my list out to  her and she quite unhelpfully just nodded her head!

SO the next thing i know i'm ready to leave the room to go shopping for essentials when, and this is the embarrassing part, i started to produce milk! But in true slapstick, almost Tarantino style the milk just started to squirt everywhere like i was holding two hose pipes up to my chest! I say Tarantino because it was just like that scene in Kill Bill where everybody fights and blood squirts everywhere, but instead it was milk...and people weren't getting killed. It was a disaster. The babies were crying and i was upset and everyone looked disappointed! Can you imagine! Milk everywhere! THEN i magically appeared at the entrance to the supermarket with my trolley alongside my Aunty Pamela who was supposed to help me buy all the things on the list! However, the milk was still spraying and for some reason i started to run, and it all turned into an episode of supermarket sweep as i ran frantically between the aisles throwing cotton buds, nappies, wipes and anything baby related into my trolley so that i could get back to the babies before anything else horrible could happen. Aunty Pam was of no use, as i ran around flapping like a distressed seagull looking for things she seemed to stay put in the crisp aisle and i simply couldn't find the baby baths! Nightmare! All of this happening with the milk spluttering out on the shop floor so all the customers were falling over! Dear oh dear oh dear!

Eventually, the milk stopped, i had my shopping sorted and i appeared back at the room where i was greeted by the majority of my family who were calm and happy and smiling (I left Pam, however, back at the store staring at the crisps!). Tristan was there holding the twins and he handed one to me...then we all walked through a door on the side of the room which opened up into a pretty little church with big windows letting in masses of sunshine. There were lots of pretty pews made out of wood and everything was very white and holy. Standing at the back of the church, we all started to sing hymns, some of which had words which i recognise now as modern day pop songs sung in a more choir like fashion!... and that my dear friends was when the dream ended...

Sunday 15 January 2012

Lil Sprout Bump...16 weeks, 3 days.

Good evening everyone,
I hope this post finds you well and that you have had a very lovely weekend. I certainly have. I've had my parents down with me here in Devon for the last few days which has been super, Gus my dog came with them which is always a pleasure. He loves a good weekend away. We took him for a beautiful walk along Saunton Beach yesterday which was just delightful, he ran and he skipped and he played about in the sand. Bless him, hes a good boy, I do love him lots. Needs to clean his teeth though! Pheeeeewee!




I challenged my mother to the good task of eating a donut without licking her lips which she assured me she could - no problem. I think it was as she was about to take her second bite that she failed miserably...OH, how we laughed!

Back to baby business... I believe it is accustom for ladies who keep blogs whilst they are preggers to update their followers with pictures of their bump so that they can watch it grow and develop etc...so please, without further ado, let me introduce you to my Little Sprout Bump...

The slouched look...to be adopted around close friends and family. 

The breast view, this is what i see mainly. 

The side view...starting to look like a small mountain. 

I often talk to Lil Sprout about daily issues, current affairs and what to have for dinner.  

Happy mummy.

And there it is! Our little growing baby...or its shell anyway. Now i am aware that there are different theories on being able to tell on what sex a baby is by the way the mother carries it, i think i heard that if its all at the front then its a boy but if the mother goes wider at the sides then its a girl. But at the moment i just have a little bump and to me, its gorgeous and i don't mind not knowing what it is, its just my little bundle and i just LOVE carrying it around with me.

I also had some fun testing out my new pillow...NOW this was really rather difficult to take pictures of, as its so big and the main idea is to be laying down whilst using it, obvs! So, haha, i didnt quite manage to capture it in its full capacity, but if anything, it was fun and particularly comfortable trying...

This gives you a good indication of the sheer size of the Pillow...Its pretty much the size of a grown seal. 

Its just so comfortable, i fell asleep whilst taking this picture!

Leg View...

You may need to warn your husband/partner that on nights that you plan to use the pillow, they will need to make alternative sleeping arrangements! 

As you can see it has endless uses...you can wear it around your neck as a scarf when it is cold. 

You see the trouble i had! It is very large! However, i think you would agree that the fact that i closed my eyes to portray how comfortable the pillow is shows dedication and pure skill. I could do adverts i think...maybe i will.

It was time to to go shopping for a Maternity Bra today, and having had a little look around at these in the past it soon became clear to me how hard it was going to be to find something to my taste. What i mean is, its like shopping for a bra for an elderly person. And thats not to say that elderly people dont wear nice bras, im sure that they are very happy with what they wear, its just not necessarily what a young woman would choose i guess. They're not exactly...very creative or interesting! I mean take a look at this...
!!! SAY WHAT? 

 Ewwww! NO THANKS! And then of course i got confused because i didn't know whether i should be buying a bra in my normal size or one that was bigger? I just don't know about these things! Its really hard! Nobody teaches you these things at school...(although that's probably a good thing come to think of it!). So i finally decided upon a pack of two bras in Mothercare which had slightly more interesting patterns. Actually if you go on their website they have some pretty nice ones in comparison to other places that I've looked...

Now I'm not a pink person but id rather that than the ones above! So there you go...Pillow CHECK, Bra CHECK. So i'm pretty much sorted. What else do i need???...

Friday 13 January 2012

Hormonal Friday...

Hello everybody,

Hop you are all well on this glorious January Friday. What a lovely day. Very seasonal down here in Devon, and it really is a glorious day.

So i had a dream the other night that i kept sneaking to the fridge when nobody was looking and eating scoops of pate behind the fridge door... i didnt bother looking this up as i know it is merely due to the fact that in my present condition pate has been banned from my diet and since New Years Eve there has been 2 packs of the stuff sat in our fridge which just happens to placed on the middle of the shelf at eye level. Being a MASSIVE lover of pate and cheese, particularly over the festive period, it has vexed me somewhat that i have had to resist. I was grateful of the dream and the naughty indulgence...i suppose i should feel a little ashamed, but i dont...so there!

Ive been a bit emotional today, not in a bad way necessarily, just the hormones talking. I seem to get choked up just by the smallest things. I asked a lady in clinton cards where the 'Bon Voyage' cards are kept and felt my eyes welling up! She must have thought i had anxiety issues or something! Poor girl, she did a good job. THEN i was standing in the bank waiting for my turn at the 'Position' if you will and i kept fiddling with the pens on the counter, a habit that i should have grown out of by now but i like the little holders and the long chain...i think the funky man in front of me with his north face cap and timberland boots was getting slightly irritated, i thought for a joke i could say to him 'Just give me a lollipop and ill be distracted' but i didnt and just stopped...eventually. THEN i noticed the cutest old man stood behind me, oh my he was so sweet and he looked just like a tortoise! He really did, so much so that when he started to walk i thought he might get on all fours and present a nice big shell...but he didnt. But just looking at him and seeing his dear face got me all choked up, ive got a thing about old men, i start to think about their lives and what they would have been through in the last 70/80/90 years, men whose parents lived through 2 wars potentially...or not and who might have possibly been in one themselves...you know...that kind of thing. He got all confused at the counter when it was his turn as well because he couldnt hear very well, i so wanted to invite him to join me for a cup of tea and a slice of cake, i like tortoises, but i had to get back to work and i dont really drink tea either. Anyway, when he was done i watched him walk over to his wife who was sat down on the chairs with her trolley thing. So that was nice. I wasnt just hanging around in the bank for no reason by the way, playing with the pens and staring at people, i was actually getting some banking done! Just FYI!

Anyway, back to work now, just thought the man deserved a mention as he was very sweet and im sure if he knew his face was cute enough to get a silly pregnant girl such as myself all choked up, he might appreciate it...or not! haha. I dont know, hormones hey!

Wednesday 11 January 2012

On a more serious note...

...well, not that serious! I thought it would be a good idea to write a few words about myself, my husband and our little sprout.

Tristan and I got married on 08/09/2010 which makes for a very easy anniversary date indeed! It was a beautiful day and we were lucky enough to have been blessed with warmth and sunshine for the duration of our time at Polhawn Fort in Cornwall which is where we got married and spent the week with our families. I met Tristan 5 years ago in Bath, I was out with my darling friend Dora, who consequently is a Hobb Nobb, it was her 21st Birthday you see, so i suppose i have her to thank for meeting Tristan that night. Dora and I were busting out some pretty sensational moves on the crowded dance floor in Moles Club when suddenly this man appeared from nowhere and planted a big smacker on my lips...Id clearly rocked his boat! haha, or not, it didn't matter, i knew then as i do now that he was the one for me, even if he did lack a little bit of modesty! :) I went home the next day and told my mum and Aunty Pamela that i had met the man i was going to marry which at the time swooped over their heads, however, i live to tell the tale and probably will keep doing so until I'm old, grey and repetitive.





Our relationship wasn't the easiest, as Tristan was only in Bath visiting friends over the holidays after having completed a course in Scotland qualifying him as a ROV Pilot. He in fact, live in South Africa so this meant a lot of travelling backwards and forwards for both of us, not that i am complaining for we have so many wonderful memories from those first couple of years that we really got to know one another and some great adventures including trips to Mozambique, Ireland, Indonesia, France etc etc...Alas, with most long term relationships, a decision had to be made, a direction chosen, so on the 15th April 2009 Tristan took me to Cave Rock, his favourite surf spot on the Bluff in Durban (my husband is a VERY good surfer...hes better than a pro) and asked me to be his wife! And of course i said yes! It wasn't a one knee affair, as if it had of been he probably would have fallen off the side and plummeted to his death! So I'm glad he just stayed next to me on the rock! About 6 months after that we moved to Braunton in Devon, got a cat called Trevor and started to set up our little nest egg...




One year later, in September 2010 Tristan and I were wed at Polhawn Fort in Cornwall which is a venue i would recommend to anyone looking for a wedding near the sea. It is beautiful!






One month after celebrating our 1 year anniversary, i found out i was pregnant! That was back in October, and tomorrow i shall be 16 weeks gone! Tristan is alas offshore at the moment, but we have just had a wonderful Christmas together, getting excited about our new adventure and talking about it lots! There have been lots of smiles and giggles. It really is the most incredible feeling in the world and we cannot wait to meet the little sprout and see what he/she looks like. I am already feeling small flutters which is lovely. I've got me a little bump too and cant stop rubbing it! I don't know i am doing it half the time, but instinctively i cant stop touching it trying to send my love and warmth through whenever i can. Just cant wait for Tristan to get home so he can do some more of the same. I am getting in the habit of taking long baths and singing to it as well...which may or may not be to its pleasure! However, until it is able to tell me otherwise, i will continue to sing a medley of tunes when i feel fit! Disney and all!



My New Purchase!!!!



Feast your eyes on this bad boy! I have had the pleasure of purchasing one of these delightful pillows from http://www.pregnancypillow.co.uk/. I havent tried it out yet, but as soon as I do I will let you know how it feels. It does feel super comfy though. I have a white and pink gigham cover, but I think I will invest in some material more to my taste and see if Mumsie would like to help me make a custom cover to go with it instead! I would say that a pillow such as this does wonders for pregnant women who find it difficult to sleep or who have back pain, but also for anyone who could do with a comfier and cosier nights sleep! :)

Tuesday 10 January 2012

Strawberries, Expensive Beef and Johnny Depp...

Sooooo, I should probably start this blog by writing something serious to you all regarding Little Sprout and how I've been feeling etc etc. However, what I am really dying to share with you all my last week in dreams! (So for now I shall entertain myself as I am my only follower! Hoorah!)

Well, now then...where to start! OK, so around a week and a half ago I had a dream that I was a very teeny person, almost like a borrower if you will, and I was walking through long grass. It was almost like a scene from Honey I Shrunk the Kids, when the 'Kids' are in the garden and everything is massive! Like grass stems and ants etc etc...although, I didn't see any ants! Anyhoo, suddenly, I found myself venturing into a strawberry patch! And me oh my, were they healthy looking strawberries. Huge, red, juicy strawberries wearing velvety green hats just ready to be picked and devoured...but of course, I was so teeny I couldn't pick them, or enjoy them...but they did smell sooooo sweeeeet! I don't know why I didn't just nibble one, but I guess it doesn't matter now. That was pretty much it, I was about the size of a greenfly walking through a strawberry patch! NOW THEN...this may seem like nothing extraordinary, after all, strange dreams are not a rarity, HOWEVER when i looked up the meaning of strawberries in my dream dictionary...this is what it said...

To dream of strawberries denotes to a pregnant woman a straightforward delivery of a boy!

WEIRD!!!

A few days passed and there weren't any dreams that jumped out at me nor that I specifically remembered. Until last Thursday when I had the most peculiar dream that I kept visiting a local supermarkets meat counter to look at the beef fillet! I mean, strawberries, a bit random, and even that time i dreamt I was a thimble was weird, but beef fillet!!! Where on earth did that come from, I havent even eaten beef for ages...Back to the dream, I kept going back to this meat counter, always at night to look at the beef! It was very lean i noted and  did look really rather nice as far as beef goes. The problem was it was really rather expensive! However, the man behind the counter who was a large man and very friendly, often stood sharpening his knives, was very chatty and happy to let me loo at the beef...time went on and i finally decided i would buy some of this beef, so i pointed to the piece i wanted, which the butcher kindly weighed for me...and do you know how much it was??? It was £120! And it was only big enough to feed about  5 people! Im not even a big meat eater for goodness sake! I almost fell over for shock of it! SO what I did was i asked him to just cut me a little piece off which took it down to £40 which was better so i bought that instead. I cant tell you how i cooked it or what it tasted like because i woke up. Due to the bizarreness of this dream, i looked it up before work and this is what my dictionary said...

To dream of eating beef is a sure omen of the death of a friend or relative. 

!!! I was glad that i didn't have the pleasure of tasting the expensive beef after reading that, as because i didn't, it makes this invalid! So i think i shall be safe...but it does teach a lesson to you all, if you dream of beef, try not to eat it! 

Now then...LAST NIGHT i did dream of Johnny Depp...If you are reading this Tristan (husband) I'm sorry, i didn't know it was going to happen...it just did! I was quite chuffed though because sometimes you can dream of famous people and you know its them but they have different faces which is a but rubbish really. However, this was the Johnny Depp as we all know him. :) So there i was in this living room, i dont know whose it was, and there were some people in the room, i dont know who. I was sat on the carpet in the corner minding my own business, when Johnny Depp came along, what was strange was that he had a red blanket which he was holding above his head! Walking sideways to get past all the people, he came over to me, so i stood up...because you would really if Johnny Depp walked over to you holding a red blanket about his head wouldnt you? And then...Teeeeeeheeee...he kissed me! Aggghhhhhh! It wasn't anything too elaborate, but he did! He gave me a little kiss! Awww, bless him. Nice man! haha. And that was that really, I woke up to the cat washing himself next to me! So the illusion was soon shattered...



I didnt bother looking up Johnny Depp up in my Dream Dictionary that was written by Edwin Raphael rather a long time ago I should have thought...and to be honest, i think i ony dreamt of him because my friend was telling me his relationship to Vanessa was on the rocks yesterday on my way home from work...a bit more explanatory than Strawberries and Beef Fillet! And i would imagine Johnny Depp is quite high up in the world of dream subjects...This has absolutely nothing to do with my being pregnant really...so i shall bid you all a good night! :)