Labour day… or 3 Part 1

While I’m in the mood to write and now I have a positive vibe regarding my pregnancy I thought it would be the perfect time to walk myself and you guys through my labour. What I remember and how I felt.

For me the labour started on Thursday morning. We were scheduled to have a scan in anticipation of an induction on the Friday. When we arrived at the hospital at 9:30am I remember the waiting room being filled with lots of parents and future grandparents eagerly awaiting their name to be called. No sooner had I sat down, my name was called. As Mr Willetts hoisted me off the chair with a 1,2,3 (he always did that I think more to prepare himself for the load he was about to pull) a discontent man behind us rather loudly pronounced “she only just got here, why does she get to go first?” I remember looking back and him with a stare that I hope described how I was feeling in the moment “mate, I’ve been waiting 9 whole months for this moment spare me the first appointment or fight me for it”.

Once we got into the scan they checked everything was well with bump & the lovely scan lady (is there a correct word for that person… if so I don’t know what it is) noticed that we had lost some fluid around the baby. She was convinced my waters had broken and I hadn’t noticed. She wondered off into the corridor and returned to tell me that they wanted to induce me early to ensure little Willetts arrived safely. We were then ushered into the corridor awaiting further instruction… it all got a little serious at this point. Mr Willetts went quiet but continued to play games on his phone and huff every time he had to restart his level and I sat there being nosey and listening in to find out what others scans were showing. The head of the department was doing a strange meet and greet around the corridor for those who looked like they had been waiting a while. He approached us and asked why we were parked in the corridor. After a brief explanation he raised his hands and in an accent that can only be described as Rafiki from Lion King (imagine it) he exclaimed “you’ve waited long enough, let’s get this baby out!”

The next thing I know we’re on our way home to pack up the last of the hospital bag. Mr Willetts was planning his snacks and working out exactly how many sandwiches he would need bearing in mind this labour could go on for a while. I remember at this point being utterly disappointed that we’d spent so long planning and preparing for a home birth and it was all being stripped away in an instant.

We were told to wait at home and the nurse would call when there was a bed free for us to go in and be induced. We logically thought that left plenty of time so we got home, I double checked the hospital bag and reluctantly packed some pieces for the bump to wear when it arrived. Meanwhile in the kitchen Mr Willetts was planning on cooking up a storm, oven on, pizzas in and all the sandwich supplies he’d been stashing were laid out to make a feast. Then the phone rang. They were ready for us. If I had been in the same room as Mr Willetts at this time I assure you I would have seen smoke coming out of his ears. Instead just a huge huff and the disgruntled movements of him returning all of his ingredients back into the fridge.

When we arrived at the hospital we waited and waited. Only to be told that the labour suite was so busy that we’d need to come back tomorrow but in the meantime go home and wait to go into labour naturally. You can imagine the look on Mr Willetts face. So, with his mum already here we once again returned home. Obviously via Tesco so Mr Willetts could pick out something for dinner along with a couple of treats from his mum. We got home and I went for a nap while dinner was prepared and we waited…

My thoughts on pregnancy…

As I sit back on the sofa almost 8 weeks after giving birth its really difficult for me to imagine my life without Halley. Then I look back on my “bump shoot” at week 32 and I’m filled with mixed emotions. Seeing as I haven’t posted a blog in 2 years, I thought whilst the baby naps now might be a good time to restart and in a word “put pen to paper”. In reality it took me 3 weeks to write this post and I’ve had to update the number “8” in reflection each time I click on here to start typing away.

Getting to 32 weeks at the time seemed like a constant uphill battle. Having previously suffered a miscarriage at 16 weeks I found it really difficult to relax during pregnancy and felt like everything was a constant worry. In the back of my mind I think the 16 week mark was a real turning point where the worry changed to belief, but never a sense of excitement and in hind sight I think that really showed in my face. It certainly affected my mental state throughout and I really wish I could have relaxed more and enjoyed the ride.

I didn’t enjoy being pregnant one little bit. I was obviously eternally grateful to be able to carry the little darling but the sleepless nights, constant heartburn and backache were something I was more than happy to wave goodbye to when she finally arrived. I think the most difficult part for me was how different my work life was in reflection of being pregnant. Before I liked to see myself as a pro-active hands on person and I don’t really take well to someone telling me I “shouldn’t” be doing something. However towards the end of my pregnancy working on a boat and trying to balance the extra 3 stone I’d gained on my little legs was not an easy task and I found myself both static and useless for a large part of the day. Obviously safety first as there were instances where I found myself slipping down some steps or almost turning my ankle trying to move at my old pace. Being smack bang in the middle of the Christmas rush and not being much of a help for me was really difficult (I like to think I made up for it in cheering people on and supporting them through the stress of that Christmas customer).

Then came the maternity leave, this was the point where I actually almost lost the plot. The first couple of weeks were great! I could potter around the house tidying up on my way, making sure dinner was cooked for my hardworking (yeah right) husband when he arrived home each evening. however, I very quickly realised that I was going a good 9/10 hours without actually speaking to anyone other than via what’s app or social media, continuously replying back to the “how are you feeling” “any signs off arrival” texts. I mean I was glad people cared but there are only so many ways you can describe how uncomfortable you are.

It was after a few weeks that me and Mr Willetts actually sat down and had a serious conversation about the prospect of him giving up his job so I could go back to work after the baby was born. I couldn’t see myself doing this for another year. If you know us well you’ll know I’m a bit of a social butterfly and Mr Willetts… well he could be in a room crowded with interesting people and still happily stand there and say nothing. I’m happy to report that since having Halley my attitude has completely changed and whilst I’m keen to find the balance of being social I’m sorry Mr Willetts but you gotta work!

I think its really important to note that not everyone enjoys being pregnant and whilst there are women out there on social media who make it look like a breeze we should always be conscious that everyones experience is different and it doesn’t take a lot to support someone through the experience and be mindful that its tough work physically and emotionally to grow a small human.

Now that pregnancy part is over it’s about raising a small human and getting over the trauma of child birth! Stay tuned to find out how we’re getting on!

p.s I’m fully aware that all the lovely pictures that go with this post are pretty much the same pose in different backgrounds and clothes… I’m not keen on how my fat pregnancy face looks when its facing the camera.

Xcarat, Mexico

I don’t want to say too much about this place other than how much fun Mr Willetts had spending the day exploring this wonderful place. If every country could lock all of their culture into an amazing journey as well as these guys have I’d visit every single one! We did everything from cave diving to spotting butterflies and walking through a traditional Mexican Cemetery. The pictures tell 1000 stories so ill let you enjoy!

Mrs Willetts x

Sensatori Riviera Maya, Mexico


When it comes to holidays Mr Willetts and I have in recent years become creatures of habit. We find ourselves booking the same holiday every year. Now don’t get me wrong having the luxury of being able to afford to jet off to Dubai every year to enjoy the lavish lifestyle for 2 weeks is fantastic but in the spirit of “YOLO” we decided to open up our horizons and head for Mexico.

Now I have to say despite some things not being quite the same it was in fact a lovely holiday, I came back with a fantastic tan and plenty of Electric Lemonades were had by all.

If you’ve ever seen Mr Willetts and I in a pre holiday build up you’ll know a couple of things:

  1. I never have a clue where were going. Country yes… hotel no clue. I like to look at it as a little surprise when I get there.
  2. Mr Willetts is the group leader. you’ll find him in control of all passports, money and luggage issues throughout… I’m on my holiday I don’t need all the boring jobs. He can manage that.
  3. I’m an airport keeno. I like to be there super early. I like to be the first in the queue to board the plane and I LOVE duty free…there’s always a bargain to be had! Mr Willetts – The complete opposite in fact in his words

“I like to be the last to board a plane, everyone should be waiting for me to arrive, I’m not waiting on the plane for every other idiot to get on”- Mr Willetts

Needless to say that this causes a few mid-airport heated discussions usually involving me storming off in the direction of the bar for a large gin and tonic.

Anyway I digress, the holiday itself. Mr Willetts decided to take me on a Thomson package holiday to The Sensatori, Riviera Maya, Mexico, link to the resort can be found HERE.

Mr Willetts informed me we’d be flying on the new “Dreamliner”, I know what you’re thinking… pure luxury. I’m disappointed to report that the plane and the flight were both awful. The “Dreamliner” is pretty much a basic b***h version of any long haul plane, the movie selection is VERY limited for a 10 hours flight and the aircraft itself makes an incredibly strange buzzing noise for the entire journey. – My first piece of advise DONT FLY ON THE DREAMLINER.

When we arrived in Mexico I was sooo excited to get involved in some of the culture and see some of Mexico in its true light when in fact the truth of it is we only left the resort once. When we did it was the most amazing day out Mr Willetts and I have ever done and you can read all about it HERE. – My second piece of advise, when going to somewhere like Mexico DO NOT book a package holiday unless you plan on sitting around the pool for 2 weeks slowly roasting into a sun-dried tomato.

The hotel itself was perfectly fine, it had everything you could possibly need in the confines of it’s walls and if it’s sun, sea and sangria you are looking for this is your place. Their food selection (considering it’s an all inclusive resort) was fantastic! We were both expecting 6 restaurants of endless, repetitive buffet food- we couldn’t be any more wrong. The restaurants, all bar one had a full a la carte menu and there was even a restaurant which changed it’s menu every 3 days!!

Mr Willetts and I did everything that was expected of an all inclusive resort holiday, we ate 3 times a day, we drank cocktails for the sake of drinking them from 10am right up until bedtime and we even went along to the evening entertainment a couple of times. Overall it was a delightful holiday filled with new friends and some lovely photo ops but if we did it all again boy we would do it differently. We’d definitely get out and see the surroundings more! Who knew that Mr Willetts and I were such explorers…?

Mrs Willetts x

P.S Sensatori resorts churn out weddings… If you’re thinking of getting married abroad I would say avoid this place. I saw 2 weddings a day, everyday for 2 weeks… very repetitive and not very special to each couple at all. Think outside the box people!

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