Brunching with Craft and Dough

Monday, 31 October 2016

I'm always on the hunt for a good place to brunch here in Sheffield; although we have some great eateries around the city very few have hit the spot for me when it comes to a good mid morning treat.
So, when I received an invite to go and sample the new brunch menu at Craft and Dough on Ecclesall Road I was excited to see what they had to offer.
 Craft and Dough is just down the road from us so we popped in last Monday morning for a nice treat on Johno's day off.  
The new brunch menu is served between 10am-1pm Monday- Friday at the Ecclesall Road branch and only at weekends at the Kelham Island branch. 
Once settled at our table we ordered some drinks to start with; Johno went for the ever so healthy pint of coke and I opted for a decaffeinated latte and an orange juice.

Nobody told me....

Monday, 24 October 2016

If you are a follower of my blog you'll know that I recently had a baby. My personal journey over the past 6 weeks since having her has been the most challenging thing I've ever been through. Of course its been bloody fantastic too but my god, theres so much that people didn't tell me about having babies!

Around a week after having Aria my friend Sally dropped off a surprise parcel for me; a book called 'Nobody told me' by Hollie McNish.  I'd seen one of Hollies poetry videos go viral a few months back about breastfeeding (watch it here) and loved her honesty about societies views on breastfeeding and how it made her feel as a mother.  I had no idea Hollie had a book out and couldn't wait to get stuck into it as I thought I might be able to relate to it.

Our Birth Story

6 weeks ago we welcomed our little baby girl into the world; as a way of remembering the experience I wanted to share our birth story on my blog.

Throughout the whole of my pregnancy I was extremely lucky; I hardly suffered with any morning sickness and my only complaint was swollen feet in the last trimester. I really did think that because I'd been so lucky throughout that I was destined to have a frustratingly long and painful birth.. but oh how wrong I was!

My due date of the 2nd September came and went with no signs of labour beginning and for the next week I patiently sat and caught up on Bake off, Netflix documentaries, cheesy rom-coms and daytime tv. I'd nested my heart out already so everything was ready in the nursery so I just took the time to relax.

On the 6th September I went to see my midwife for a sweep; something I'd been petrified about in the days running up to it.. but I kept telling myself that the quick slightly uncomfortable feeling I was likely to experience should be the least of my worries with the birth due to happen in the very near future.

As a result of the sweep my midwife found that I was in fact 2cms dilated and 100% effaced; she was  pretty shocked that I'd not felt any contractions already. She confidently said to expect labour to start in the next 24 hours and that I was likely to experience my waters breaking- something that not all women actually experience contrary to what you see in the movies. I waddled out of the doctors surgery with a huge smile on my face and feeling rather pleased that my body had managed to get me to this point without putting me through any pain!

For the next 2 days I again rested up on the sofa, conscious of every twinge/ movement and hoping everything would begin before having to go in for another sweep the following week.

By Friday morning I'd given up hope of anything happening off the back of the sweep so decided to get myself showered and dressed in preparation to head off into town to do some shopping. As I stepped out of the shower I felt a gushing sensation... but, being over 9 months pregnant I couldn't work out whether it was just a bit of an accidental wee or whether my waters had actually just gone!

Just as a precaution we decided to head up to the hospital to be checked over; at this point I was convinced that I'd just pee'd myself to be honest so hadn't got my hopes up.

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