Labour day…or 3 Part 2

I woke up from what felt like the deepest sleep to the sound of Mr Willetts declaring “dinner is served!”…reminding me of Lumière from Beauty and the Beast. At that point I remember feeling a sharp pain in my lower tummy. I convinced myself it was hunger pains and waddled on down for dinner. As we sat at the dining table going over the events of the day I felt a little dazed as I was secretly in my head keeping an eye on the clock timing what I began to realise were the beginnings of my contractions. I was so calm because I was finally getting what I wanted not only a baby but a home birth. (if you’re induced you have to have the baby at the hospital… if not you’re free to have the baby wherever you please).

I managed to wait until after dinner and everything was packed away and Mr Willetts and his mum were sat comfortably on the sofa (me on the birthing ball) to tell. them that I was almost certain we were having contractions. With that Mr Willetts reluctantly stood up from the sofa (after asking if we needed to go to the hospital yet… keeno) and began writing down the contractions on the back of a piece of paper. In hindsight I dont know why we didn’t just use the app I’d downloaded for this exact thing. Nothing much happened after that with the contractions only lasting short periods of time and one in every 20 minutes we all decided to go and try to get some sleep.

Obviously no sleep happened. From 11pm until 6am on Friday morning we religiously wrote down the contraction, tried to keep our eyes open and played Outnumbered on Netflix in the background. Mr Willetts and I agreed at 6am we’d call the midwife again. (I think at that point out of kindness I wanted the midwife to have a decent nights sleep if no-one else was).

The contractions started to heat up a little from that point. Now the only way I can describe the pain is like a strong period pain routed right in the bottom of your tummy.

For the next 9 hours I paced around the house practising the hypnobirthing techniques I’d picked up from this amazing book “Your baby, Your birth“. If you are pregnant and take nothing else away from this blog… GO AND BUY THIS BOOK. It was given to me by my lovely sister-in-law and although sceptical at first I learned so much from it. More than I realised until I was in the thick of labour.

If I could give away4 top tips from this book it would be:

1.Make your own rules and stick to them

2.Breathe THROUGH your contractions

3.Don’t be alarmed if your birth plan takes a different route but stay in control

4.Dont listen to any birthing stories before you have your own. Positive vibes around childbirth is ESSENTIAL

Anyway, back to the labour. I turned out to be completely different in labour than I expected. I had decided in my head I would be this out of control crazy woman, screaming from the rooftops and having to apologise to the neighbours afterwards. Turns out I was the complete opposite.

I managed. In the face of an audience which consisted of 3 midwives, my mother in law and Mr Willetts to remain calm, command the room and even laugh at times in between contractions. I gave myself a bruise on my forehead because the only way to get through a contraction was to push my head into the side of the door and grip to the door handles on either side. I also got to have about 10 baths which if you know me, you know I LOVE a bath. Mr Willetts sat right by the bath at all times slowly pouring warm water over my bump.

I had spent hours upon hours on my maternity leave putting together a playlist of songs I wanted to listen to throughout. Some upbeat, some calm and some that made me feel delight (including our wedding song and Superbass by Nicky Minaj). When it came down to it the only thing I wanted to hear was silence.

I had also spent a considerable amount of time on the birthing ball preparing for baby Willetts arrival.. if I had a knife I would have put a hole in it right at the beginning. Instead it was used a between contractions as a conversational tool to convince me to give it a go (not helpful. Don’t be as forgiving as me. If you don’t like something tell them you have no reason to be sorry for offending someone).

Throughout these 9 hours I just seemed to be a cycle of deep breathes, water being poured over my tummy in the bath (thanks Mr Willetts), a conveyor belt of selected drinks and ALOT of bananas. I remember 3 specific moments…

  1. Absolutely losing my shit because I had previously asked Mr Willetts to contact my sister in law to let her know how I was getting on and as I scoured the room I caught a glimpse of him appearing to film me. I exclaimed “Get the F*&K off your phone right now”. Mr Willetts laughed and walked away. returning sheepishly when that contraction was finished.
  2. Walking down the stairs only to find the 3 midwives, my mother in law drinking tea eating biscuits and nattering away. I remember standing at the door head to the edge thinking very quietly they were so engrossed in conversation about god knows what, I’m not sure they’d even notice if the baby fell out at this very moment. Also, I wish someone would offer me a biscuit.
  3. The moment we were stood in our spare room which was precariously covered in meters and meters of workmans plastic and the Midwife telling me it was time to push. Th audience were read and all I saw was a sea of excited faces. In that moment as the midwife read out the notes she was making I remember the time was 2:05pm and without thinking I said out loud “my nephew was born on a Friday at around 3pm… wouldn’t it be great if they were born at similar times”

Little did I know we still had a strong 12 hours left to go…

The nursery ready and waiting.

“But I was in bed first…”

Once again I find myself with a story to tell but when I go over it in my head it seems like I’m talking about a toddler that doesn’t actually exist.

Now bedtime in our house has been slowly turning into a theatre production some might even say Pantomime. It gets to that time in the evening where a normal couple would be settling down to watch a movie or getting ready for bed and doing cute stuff like snap chatting themselves brushing each others teeth. Then there’s us… Mr & Mrs Willetts starring in “The battle of the last one in bed”.

We usually go to bed at a reasonable hour, most of the week it’s once the football has finished or a repeat of Grand Designs make us upset that we can’t afford to build our dream house from scratch. We eagerly sit in anticipation of the final whistle of a midweek champions league game eyeing each other up out the corner of our eyes ( most would expect as newly weds this is for a certain reason you’d be wrong…). The final whistle blows and with out hesitation or a second glance we’re both up and out of the living room quicker than The Flash saving Iris from another evil speedster.

We race to the bedroom where there’s a few harsh pushes and shoves as we move around the bedroom trying to undress and get ready for bed. At this point distractions are key… any reminder to pull the curtains, grab a drink for bed are encouraged to slow down your opponent. Sabotage is the only way to out play the other here, it has been known for my Pajamas to be launched out the bedroom door or Mr Willetts mobile to magically disappear in the hope of slowing down the other from making it to the finish line first. We take one last look at each other with one last loving glance and we pounce into the bed like a lion chasing it’s last meal and we scream “I’m in bed first”.

Key things to point out here:

-you must be under the covers

-you can’t be fully dressed

And once your in, you’re in… there’s no going back. The idea of getting back out of bed once you’re settled in is unimaginable. That leave’s the other one of us in a state of despair. The loser left with the ultimate punishment… TURNING OFF THE BEDROOM LIGHT. Yup that’s right we aren’t wrapped up in that uncontrollable passion newly weds on the TV have for one and other –  we are in fact so desperate to get into bed first so we aren’t left with all the “close down jobs” (hospitality talk in play there).

In our relationship there is nothing worse than being the person who has to set up the iPad and sound system to whichever catch up TV series we plan to fall asleep to and make it all the way to the bed in the dark without tripping over tomorrow a gym kit or stubbing their toe on the corner of the bed. Doing all whilst the victor lays in bed all snug and smug waiting for you to yelp the ‘F’ word as you collide with the edge of the dressing table.

Getting into bed first in our house is an art form, the World Cup of relationship competitions and I have to say that I lose almost every time and when I don’t lose Mr Willetts is so stubborn that I end up having to get out of bed to correct something he’s done wrong or to get something I forgot along the way.

They say in life Love will conquer all… but I struggle to see how love can conquer the hate I feel being the last to make it to the bed and that smug look on Mr Willetts face.

I must learn to just be quicker… I’ll let you know the next time I have a glorious win!

Mrs Willetts x


Happy Birthday Mr Willetts

Happy Spring guys!

I’m reporting this to you live after making it all the way through Mr Willetts birthday. Now he’s not one for massive social occasions, in fact if you’ve ever met him you’ll know that he’s quite happy to sit on his own playing the latest iPhone game (Golf Clash is currently cool) quietly judging as we all chat around him. So when his birthday comes around every year the challenge is on.

Now there are a few rules for his birthday that MUST be followed or he’ll stomp his feet and probably refuse to leave the house (Yes, I am talking about my 20 something other half and not a child who doesn’t want to go to school).

Rule 1 – Any birthday celebrations MUST NOT clash with the PGA Masters.

This usually falls around his birthday EVERY year and he will make a public announcement over dinner every year that he is busy… from the Thursday evening until the Monday morning. Please ensure large supplies of junk food, beer and the local kebab is on speed dial for the occasion.

Rule 2 – No parties

The man hates chit chat and large crowds so this is a pretty obvious Birthday rule.

Rule 3 – Don’t waste money on cards or decorations.

If you have the burning urge to purchase any of these don’t. simply deposit the money you would have spent (yes we know its only £1/£2) into his bank account so he can spend it “wisely”… usually on a Greggs or some snacks for his big PGA weekender. His appreciation for this will be far greater than a card that sits on top of the fireplace collecting dust… This year we have just shy of £25 worth of pointless cards…

Rule 4 – If there is any sniff of a Fast and Furious spin off movie around his birthday… cancel all plans, were going to the movies.

It’ll probably be the most expensive cinema outing you’ve ever had because again as a child would he will ask for the biggest popcorn, freeze blast and nacho combination the cinema has to offer and he won’t even bother turning up if you haven’t booked the VIP seats on the day it opens.

it’s taken 8 years for me to master these simple rules and yet every year I still buy him a card… and I still get “thanks but I would have preferred the £2.00”. I would like to point out that Mrs Willetts Snr has this fantastic ability to ignore the rules and at times purposely breaks them for our enjoyment. Mr Willetts’ love for his mum means that he endures whatever silly thing it is she’s making him do and for that I love her. Above all else its extremely entertaining for the rest of us.

I’m hoping he enjoys!… Stay tuned to find out what went down…

Happy Birthday Mr Willetts you pain in the arse weirdo.

Mrs Willetts x



Mum’s first Spa…

Every year my mum’s birthday and Mother’s Day fall around the same weekend so this year I thought it would be the perfect chance to take her for her very first spa day! Now my mum isn’t a big fan of pampering herself or spending anytime on herself at all really. She day in and day out strives to please everybody else so I thought what better treat than a spa.

After browsing the internet I decided to take her to The Norton Park Hotel, Winchester. Complete with an ESPA spa. The package was an absolute steal and for £105 per person included the following:

-A nights stay in the Norton Hotel

-Access to the spa and all its facilities for both days

-A complimentary bottle of Rose Fizz on arrival

-1x1hour treatment or 2 1/2 hour treatments

-Breakfast and Lunch buffet style

-detox smoothies

-Dinner invitation to the value of £28 per person

Now usually when a deal is this good there’s a catch or a T&C that no-one ever reads but always gets caught out by but in this case there is no catch to T&C but it should come with a hazard warning… Their online booking system for the treatments is COMPLEX and gets booked up VERY quickly so leave plenty of time to get your treatments in. It took me around and hour to work out the perfect combination of times and treatments for me and mum.

Other than that minor hiccup the spa was amazing! The food quality was incredible throughout and the spa treatments were amazing! We both has a full body salt and oils scrub on the first day to detoxify our skin and then a massage on the second day. The facilities in the hotel are good, the swimming pool is a little small but perfect for a little swim up. There’s a steam room and sauna (which I must say I am getting used to as I never used to like them at all!)

We drank wine, we pampered, we chatted and even had time to catch up on an episode of Eastenders (she’s a die hard fan)!

I’m confident when I say I she loved it. She loved it so much she’s decided next year she wants to do a spa treat again and is going to make her birthday last a whole week (she’s starting to sound like me). I’m also confident when I say that this spa weekend was probably one of the best deals I’ve ever seen in the spa world and would definitely recommend it to anyone who just wants to get away and be pampered!

The offer is on until June and is available in lots of different Q hotels up and down the country so definitely go check it out HERE! Its prefect for a girly weekend/hen party or if you just need an excuse to get away!

On a side note I REALLY need to get better at photographing things to make my blog more animated!

Happy Birthday/Mothers Day mum… you deserve it!

Mrs Willetts x


Oh Beautiful Madeira

Afternoon Blogging world!

In 2016, despite what my lovely line manager thinks I didn’t take all of my holiday allowance. Now in the grand scheme of things this wasn’t a massive issue because I like to think I’m quite savvy with the days I do have and I did spend 3 weeks getting married and on our honeymoon. So this year I decided I would make the most of every day that I have.

When the oppertunity came up to attend our friends wedding in Madeira, Portugal we jumped at the chance. Mr and Mrs Willetts FIRST wedding as Mr and Mrs Willetts. I’m sure the first of many but it’s all pretty exciting!

So this weekend we packed our bags and headed for the tiny island just off the coast of Morocco. We stayed in the Forum Apartment which can be found HERE. The apartment was modern, clean and set in the heart of Madeira so everything was easily accessible (good find Mr Willetts).

Now I must say the island is breathtaking, the people are so relaxed and friendly and the food is incredible! I’m almost certain I must have put on half a stone.

The wedding was set in a beautiful church on the top of a mountain and we later spent the evening dancing and eating at a lovely hotel along the coast. There are some small slight differences between a Portuguese wedding and an English wedding but it’s always fun to experience new things!

Mr Willetts and I were truly honoured to be invited even if Mr Willetts was upset he had to wear a suit jacket and a tie (his least favourite outfit). We even managed to squeeze in a Baptism of a friends son on the Sunday before flying home.

If you ever get the chance to visit Madeira I would highly recommend it even if it’s just for the beautiful scenery and the brand new sculpture of Ronaldo’s head… which we did actually miss but I’m sure we’ll be returning just and will check it out!

March and April are turning out to be pretty busy month’s for Mr Willetts and I… I think we’ll both be glad for our Holiday in May so we can sit back and relax…

Mrs Willetts x

The tale of the lost Mac Face Wipes

Hi Bloggers!

They say in love you have good days and you have bad days but couples grow stronger because they survive through the bad and are grateful for the good. This is a tale of a bad day…

For Christmas this year my lovely mother-in-law treated me to some lovely Mac Face Wipes. You know the really expensive ones that you use sparingly. The nice ones that you would only use half the wipe for everyday make up and then consider folding it up and putting it back in the packet for the next day… yeah those ones.

Anyway I digress, I received them for Christmas and have been using them every now and again, usually when I’ve been out and my make up application is a lot heavier than usual. I love them because you can rub and rub but it doesn’t feel like hey are ripping your skin away or like your eyeballs have turned inside out.

Now since Christmas I haven’t been going out too much… in fact my Instagram and Facebook may suggest that I haven’t seen the inside of a London Night Club in a very long time (must do that soon…). So, you can understand my surprise when I notice half the packet missing. Now I know they are a little luxury but I also know the packet says “45 sheets”… and I definitely haven’t been out that many times since Christmas.

My first thoughts were I’d been sleep partying (obviously) – dreaming so hard of Rokaoke (if you know you know) that I sleep walk to Roadhouse every Wednesday evening for a dance and a Gin & Tonic then come home take of my glad rags and hop back into bed none the wiser. Now as much as I’d love to think my body and my subconscious could handle that level of partying we all know it not a reasonable explanation.

However…Mr Willett’s has an ever so slightly small obsession for trainers and is also a little OCD… and to my absolute shock and disgust I caught him using my lovely MAC face wipes to CLEAN HIS TRAINERS AFTER HE WEARS THEM. Thats right ladies an gentlemen I’ve married a man who buys £100’s of trainers wears them out in the rain and mud then comes home and uses my make up wipes to clean them down. Apparently he NEEDS to keep them “fresh”.

Needless to say I lost my cool at him for a good 20 minutes had a back and forth battle to make him understand that its NOT normal to clean your trainers after you wear them and that they will get dirty should you wear the outside where there is dirt but also that he’s using a 36p face wipe!!!! I’d call the argument a win for me… I’m sure he’d disagree.

In the end we compromised. We slept on it and the following day I popped into Boots and picked him up his very own packet of 99p 250 sheets Boots own baby wipes. I accepted the fact that he’s a little odd and cares more about his trainers than my face and in turn he stood and took a lesson on the difference between a MAC cosmetic wipe and your everyday cosmetic wipes. That ladies and gentleman is what marriage is all about… compromise and understanding.

He still owes me a packet of face wipes… and I still don’t understand why he cleans his trainers after every use, hey ho!

Have a great week!

Mrs Willetts x


International Womens Day


Hi Bloggers!

Just a short one today to say Happy “International Women’s Day”. This day may mean a lot of different things to a lot of different people. To me its about celebrating those fantastic women in your lives who really inspire us. It’s about uniting and remembering that its important to support each other (after all we are pretty fabulous).

Remember on this day that a women’s protest sparked a revolution in Russia that ultimately gave women the right to vote. So we should never underestimate our power to influence and make a change. Never be afraid to speak your mind or do something for a greater good. It’s act like this that have changed the way women are perceived and treated across the globe… but we still have work to do believe me!

This years IWD campaign is headlined #beboldforchange. It’s all about making a stand for change and not sitting back and waiting for it to happen! This could mean speaking out against domestic violence or women’s equality in the workplace. If you do anything today I urge you to speak out about change, use your social media to voice your opinion…this could make all the difference.

Have a great day ladies!

Mrs Willetts x



2017 Goal Setting

Hi Blogging world!

Sorry its been a while since I last posted! It appears work and life have taken over and I  haven’t had much time to stop and reflect. That got me to thinking. I can’t spend the next year being so wrapped up in work and the day-to-day that I don’t actually achieve anything.

So I decided I was going to set some goals. I had some serious down time and got to thinking… Now I’m not one for New Years resolutions because I end up breaking them or Mr Willetts spends every waking hour waiting for me to slip up and give it a good old “I told you so” (I know such a supportive husband) so I try to avoid resolutions but setting goals makes it sound more achievable. I’m not planning on giving anything up instead planning on achieving something!

Now if you’ve never set a goals I have a few tips…

-Start with the end goal and make your way backwards

-Make sure they are achievable. You don’t want to get discouraged too easily if it turns out to be slightly harder than you anticipated!

-Review your goals every now and again to ensure your making progress and not letting your day-to-day get in the way of the future!

-Make time for your goals – work, tiredness, pretty much anything can be used as an excuse for not achieving your goals so set time aside to focus on them.

1.Achieve 500 followers on my blog

This is not a long term goal but it’s a perfect way to achieve the big goal of blogging consistently to a wide audience. At the beginning of the year when I decided to start this blog I did not anticipate how much time it would take to blog! I love every minute of it and can’t wait to start typing again! So the how… I think at this point I just need to be more consistent with  what and when I write so I mapped out a few ideas and spent the afternoon in a coffee shop planning my next few blogs… I’m super excited to share them all with you…

So tell all your friends to watch this space!

“Thats not a very big goal. You could walk down the street talking to people and find 500 followers” – Mr Willetts

2.Add something new to my CV

As much as I like to think I could run around restaurants and bars for the rest of my life it turns out that as I grow up and get older it isn’t as easy as it used to be. It’s definitely a good thing to see your CV current and add to it where you can. Adding to your skill set can only broaden your opportunities. With that said I am looking into some part-time/evening courses that I think look quite interesting so watch this space! My dad always said I could do anything I put my mind to… step aside Sir Alan Sugar.

“Start making some real money so I can spend my days on the golf course” – Mr Willetts

3. Drop back down to a comfortable weight

Now anyone who knows me will know I have never been particularly worried about what I eat, how often I eat or my weight. I was always quite gifted in the metabolism department… however as I start to slow down in speed around a bar so does my metabolism. A month or so ago I went back to my parents house and my mum still has my wedding dress hanging in her bedroom. Being the princess that I am I INSISTED on trying it on again and pledged I would do it every year until it no longer fitted. My mum being the most supportive person to any stupid idea that comes out of my mouth helped me step into the wonderful dress and then came the disappointment. As I went to pull the dress up over my arse I realised it wasn’t as “comfortable” as it was when I wore it back in September. We double checked that the zip was “all the way down” and in that moment I realised I was now TOO FAT for my own wedding dress. It wouldn’t zip up past my bum! Inside I cried… outside I laughed.

I later went home and weighed myself… I realised at this point it was time to stop eating EVERYTHING I look at and start moving more! So I joined a gym again and have practically been eating air for the last couple of weeks.

“I think you’re already very comfortable… this is how you got yourself into this [weight] situation” – Mr Willetts

As always Mr Willetts is ever the inspiration! Let me know if you guys have recently set any goals or resolutions and what you are doing to make sure you achieve them! I definitely think writing them down and sharing them with you guys is inspiring me to actually achieve them and not just let them sit on the sideline.

Mrs Willetts x




Becoming Mrs Willetts

I couldn’t possibly start a blog about being Mrs Willetts without letting you guys in on the big day. Mr Willetts and I got married on September 8th 2016, which seems like forever ago now. I recently opened the wedding album back up to take another look into the big day!

Getting ready with my bridesmaids and spending the morning drinking Prosecco and being pampered is definitely my idea of fun! At this point I need to give a HUGE shout out to our make up artist Charlotte (check out her page she’s basically a magician for your face) and Beth our incredibly talented hair dresser. We’ve known each other since we were kids and she is super super talented! I’m so proud of what she has achieved.

The ceremony and reception were held at the beautiful Skylark Golf and Country Club in Whiteley. We actually managed to combine everything Mr Willetts required for the wedding (a golf course to play in the morning) and my long standing dream of getting married in a barn. The first time we laid eyes on it we both knew it was perfect!

It’s important at this point to let you in on one of Mr Willetts’ point of view (this is basically his interpretation on a situation). The below picture is described by Mr Willetts’ as “the biggest signing of his career”. He is big on most sports and this is us signing a life long (no-where near the type of money players such as Messi or Ronaldo receive) contract forever binding me to Mr Willetts’.


The bit in between the ceremony and the after-party are all a little bit of a blur so the pictures are a really good way to help me remember exactly what happened! I would like to say this was due to a little too much Prosecco for breakfast but i’m sure it was a combination of the excitement and how quickly the day passes!

When it comes to first dance songs I may sound a little biased but I actually believe ours is the best. Boyce Avenues Cover of Katy Perry’s Teenage Dream. Click here to have a little listen…if there’s no tears by the end of it… you have no heart.

NB- I asked Mr Willetts for the song name… he scratched his head for a good 30 seconds before remembering…


When we were looking for a photographer there was only one option. Our friend Lila is the most incredible photographer and has an amazing eye for capturing moments that sum up a million emotions. Mr Willetts and I aren’t particularly big fans of posing photos so for her to capture these magical moments we will be forever grateful!

I cannot express how much I loved this day and it will forever stay in our hearts! A HUGE thank you to all the bridesmaids and groomsmen and everybody involved in making this day perfect. This was definitely the most amazing start to our adventure as Mr & Mrs Willetts.

“It was a great day. I played incredible for the first 9 holes but fell apart after that. Got a great roley. The pig was pretty good but £600 on flowers we got mugged off there…” – Mr Willetts.