Exciting weekend in Nottingham!

Ok, so not very exciting really but nice all the same. We had decided it would be a nice idea to have a weekend on our own before boy slug arrives in a few weeks but as I'm a bit broken and walk around very much we struggled to decide where to go.

Had I been more mobile I'd have liked to go to Norfolk but in the end we decided on Nottingham as it's not too far from Mum and Dad's, in roughly the right direction for home so Mum and Dad could meet us there on the last day and would have nice restaurants and be ok for a few little potters out and about.

We booked into the Hilton partly because we quite like Hiltons, partly because it's very central, and partly because I thought I could book myself a treatment or two in the spa. Sadly I was thwarted in the latter part of that plan as by the time I phoned up to book in they were already fully booked with hen parties. Ho hum.

We had a fab Chinese Buffet meal on Saturday night, some nice lunches, and some BIG breakfasts!

We'd taken the PlayStation and loads of DVDs so spent quite a lot of time lounging around watching some of our fav films and old tv series, Mark got back into Ratchet and Clank and I read a couple of books. We also went to the cinema (which was luckily incredibly close by - 1 min walk for normal people, a 5 min walk for me!) and saw The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor which was quite entertaining if a bit too fanciful in places and would have been significantly better if Rachel Weisz still played Evelyn.

We also took a few walks around the city, down to the castle area and saw the Robin Hood statue, and past the Theatre Royal for a trip down memory lane as it was where we used to go to the Panto when I was little. We also did some general lazing around with no small children to worry about! Bliss!

Vics' Hen weekend

I was lucky enough to have another night away this weekend - it was Vics' hen weekend! So on Friday afternoon I caaught a train and headed to Oxford. Helen, Vics cousin, had done a sterling job with the organisation and had found these lovely apartments right in the centre of the city for us to stay in. She had also somehow arranged for Sainsbury's to deliver groceries to us just as the first of us arrived.

Friday entailed an evening in whilst everyone turned up from wherever they were coming from. We were meant to be going punting during the day on Saturday but unfortunately the only thing that Helen couldn't pre-arrange - the weather - let us down. Instead we went for an organised boat trip along the river, and then got taxis to the rather aptly named pub we should have punted to for lunch instead.

After lunch it was back to the apartment for a cup of tea and for everyone to get ready for the afternoon's activities. The rest of the day for the fit and able was a burlesque dance class, then party drinking games back at the apartment assisted by a semi-clad butler, a dinner in a private room at the Malmaison and finally going on to a club.

Even without being disabled by my stupid pelvis thing I'd realised that most of this would be much better enjoyed whilst partaking of several alcoholic beverages, so I had decided to leave them all to it and get out of the way, and had booked my return train for same time the burlesque class started. So after laughing at them all in their outfits I said my farewells and headed back to Manchester in time to put Tulster to bed.

I'd wondered if I'd regret my decision once I got there, but I felt like such a burden most of the time as I can't walk about much it was definitely the right thing to do. I'm really looking forward to the wedding now! Hope you had a fab time Vic! X

Ouch

I have been getting increasing levels of discomfort in my pelvis over the last 3 weeks or so, ranging from just being aware I have a pelvis to quite significant pain. It varies from day to day, but today is especially painful so I decided to pop to the doctors. Using the magic of t'interweb I had correctly self diagnosed myself as suffering with SPD, and the lovely doctor is going to refer me to an obstetric physiotherapist.

My main concern is doing my best to make sure it doesn't get any worse, as whilst it's not good at the moment it is at least bearable, and nowhere near as bad as it sounds like it could get in it's severest forms.