Feeling Crafty

Crohn's shenanigans aside, 2017 is the year of the wedding! Best get organising and preparing as a bride-to-be...

First stop of arts and crafts for this mama on mat leave was the Save the Dates. I wanted to make something that wasn't overly time consuming - what with a new baby and all - but was also something I'd be proud to send out to family and friends.

Debated for a good while whether the Save the Dates had to be in the same colour scheme, etc. of the overall wedding stationery - typically they're sent so far in advance that how can you even know what colours you'll have?! But because we had a baby a few months went by (around 9) when all things wedding got parked for the time being. So now we're not actually that far away and have a rough idea of colours and what not...

They're all done and dusted and posted, and I'm really pleased with how they turned out. Should probably point out that I ordered our stamp from The English Stamp Company, along with the maroon/wine coloured inkpad. Dead impressed with the quality of it (also a nice little keepsake as it's got our wedding date on). Will be ordering more stamps from there, for sure - most likely for decorative purposes on other wedding stationery.

But now? It's time to work on the invitations!

I did my research as to what a wedding invitation should include; the actual inviting of the guests, time, date, etc. plus any details and an RSVP. Best route forward (as I wanted to make them all myself still) was to make a wedding bundle; make bits little and often, as again, young baby to look after too. So back to Pinterest for all the inspiration and I think we've finally settled what they'll look like. Give or take creative license.

I'd like to point out that I'm pretty keen for all this stuff; as in bought my own guillotine dedicated. I also feel that I should actually get a loyalty card for Paperchase. So after perusing the internet and deciding 'the look' for our invites, I got my supplies in and started the arts and crafts all over again. Well I say that, all I've been able to physically do thus far is cut the A4 paper into A5; don't actually have any of the main info confirmed yet for our wedding day (!) All in good time, hey...

I have, however, downloaded a font and created the designs for the invites themselves. Took a good while but I think we've got there in the end. Now to find a printers...

Wedding crafting has brought me onto first name terms with our local courier, what with all the paper bits I've been ordering. Very British moments of "Ah yes, me again! I know, so many deliveries" *rolls eyes and commences inane chit chat as you sign for the parcel* But lots of paper brings lots of wedding maths, like if there are 104 guests in the daytime with the wedding on a weekend, what colour envelopes do we need? (FYI, I'm a whizz now at paper/envelope sizes if anyone has any questions.)

But similarly to the Save the Dates, when the invites are complete I shall be sure to show you!

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Getting Low

This baby is down, but certainly not out - yet.

And I obviously am referring to baby's position in my uterus, rather than their emotional state.

Saw the midwife on Wednesday and I explained exactly how I was feeling with regards to the pressurised nethers. We had a listen of baby and their little heart was pumping away nice and regular; always a relieving feeling. But my bab also took the midwife by surprise with the force in which they kicked...we have a strong one inside! My midwife said how typically you get the ripples and what not at this stage, but always good to see such strong movement from the baby. Well done to our human.

She then did the usual process of feeling where baby is positioned and straight away said that she could understand why I am so uncomfortable. It appears that baby is definitely head down and very low - usually found around the mid-thirty weeks [that matched up to all the bits I read online in forums, etc.] However for me not to worry as baby can stay there for a good while and they've not yet twisted around to be engaged. Naturally though, I would quite like the miniature one to stay in there as long as possible please! But the other half and I also understand that baby is going to come, when baby is going to come and there's not much we can do about it! In the meantime we've been told to keep a closer eye on my Braxton Hicks as they've been causing me quite a bit of pain and discomfort - but irregularly, which is the way we want it to stay for now. If in doubt then we call the midwives and talk through what's going on and take it from there...

For baby's arrival, the man and I have been doing a countdown to week 38 as that's when we're booked in for our c-section, but there were suggestions of working back from week 37 instead as medically this is when they consider a baby full term; anywhere between 37 and 42 weeks is good. So say for instance our little one makes an early appearance at 34 weeks, technically they're only going to be 3 weeks early (from what's considered a full term baby) as opposed to 6 weeks early (with the 40 week total). Does that make sense? I believe baby just gets extra layers of fat after 37 weeks that aren't essential to life - they're all readymade by then.

In other news, H&M aren't helping the situation when it comes to tiny clothes. So it appears I accidentally bought some more for our tiny person.

BUT WILL YOU JUST LOOK AT THE HAT.

Had my rhesus injection this afternoon which was just a big ball of crap feeling in my arm. Will only have to have this again if baby is of a positive blood type and our bloods cross at birth. To be honest, a crappy injection will be the least of my concerns when I'm there all c-sectioned! (Is c-sectioned a verb? Strong phrase all the same). Such a predicament though with my Anti-D injection; I'm right handed but I also sleep on my left. What arm to sacrifice for the day?! I opted to give up my right arm as I have every intention of getting horizontal to nap asap. Complete preparation for our first weekend of nothing.

No official plans and I can't ruddy wait. Ahh to just lay down in soft clothes with my bump guardian...bliss.

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Destination Unknown

One of our engagement presents that has since gone on to become the bible of our wedding, is a beautiful Wedding Planner. It has six sections;

1. Wedmin
2. Diary/planner
3. Budgets and costs
4. Guests and gifts
5. Dressing up 
6. The reception 

And even within those it breaks it down further, so you really can't miss any aspect of your wedding day - whether you choose to plan something for every part or not.

Up until that point, we had all the tools to start planning and a date decided. But no venue. As I mentioned in my last post, we both wanted to find somewhere that gave us that 'wow' feeling, thing is, we just didn't really know what type of venue that was going to be.

We decided to spend two days visiting a variety of venues, making sure each one was different from the last. These included a couple of hotels, a room in a castle, a stately home and a barn. We were also conscious not to overwhelm ourselves with information as these things can get quite samey.

Fortunately there was one venue that we saw where we both had that moment. The this is the one moment. But not to jump the gun, we returned home and went through all the paperwork we'd accumulated over the two days. I mean, we could at least enquire about them being available on our chosen date? And maybe see when things need to be tied up by in order to make it ours? Ok ok. Why not?!

One thing that has boggled my mind though, is that through all the enquiries we've done, how everywhere seems to be inundated with queries for 2017 weddings - more so than 2016. Where are all this year's couples? Hiding ready for 2017? You're making me panic that I'm not organised enough!

So long story short, we have now confirmed our venue. IT'S HAPPENING.

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The Wedding Planner

...I am not. But an organised person, I am and I went into this wedding planning thing with the best of intentions. My inner Monica Geller and OCD traits combining to make a bride-to-be who's totally got her shit together.

Something like that anyway!

After being completely overwhelmed with love and congratulations from our nearest and dearest, we decided to enjoy the engagement bubble before the wedmin began (and yes, that is an official term)

As part of the engagement loveliness there were also many a wedding magazine thrust my way; this is where the Monica/OCD part of me flourished. And my love of stationery. Tabbed pages for reference, including dream wedding dresses to venues, even down to the types of cutlery (!) You can definitely see why the wedding industry in the UK is so lucrative when there are just so many options - no stone left unturned when it comes to planning your perfect day.

But before we got all over-excited, it made sense that the fiancé and I tried to plan when we were going to get married. How do people even decide this?! It's such an odd thought process, trying to decide a time of year that you're particularly fond of. I can honestly say it hadn't crossed my mind before now.

So we decided our wedding date the following way: both our birthdays are in Spring, not a fan of a Summer wedding (and you can never guarantee the weather anyway), even if we went for November/January the venue will likely still feel Christmassy. Kind of left us by default September or October. And OH! Our anniversary is in October... Next year is our 10 years... And the date falls on a Saturday. Ta-da! It's decided. Our wedding date has been indirectly picked for us. How twee.

Now our date had been decided it was a case of venue hunting. This is where hitched.co.uk was super helpful, as it really is a minefield. You can look through all the magazines in the world, and pin as many images as you like on Pinterest, but I think until you walk into a venue and have that 'wow' moment, you won't really know what you're after.

So. 18 months to get organised. Plenty of time!

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It's only been 2 years

And my hasn't it flown by?!

A brief update wouldn't go amiss, otherwise you're probably wondering why do I even need to start reading this blog? Who even is this rambling person that just pops up online after a two year hiatus?

Well that person be me, my friend. Harriet, off of Harriet's Got Crohn's that has now decided to be called Hattie online. Sure. Let me try it out. See if it fits. And so far, I'm quite the fan.

It would be easy to say I don't know where to begin, but then that doesn't really help much with an 'update' per se. So maybe it's best I do a quick run through on the Crohn's to get the medical bit out the way and then we can talk about all the fun things that have happened and are happening!

So...

Can't remember what operation number I was on when I last blogged, but I've now had 14. Most recent being another pain in the ass one in December 2015. Care still under the Gastro team at Guys & St Thomas' which is hands down one of the best hospitals I have ever had the experience of being looked after by. They couldn't be more aware of what's going on with me individually and when I'm there I don't feel like just another hospital number. I feel like a person.

To be honest, that's probably why I haven't felt the need to blog for such a long time as - although I haven't been well - I've had a much better support system from the people qualified to help me when I'm ill. And it took me moving hospitals countless times to realise that it shouldn't be an unusual feeling; to feel like you're being looked after when you need it, by the professionals who are there to help you. So yes. Still very much team Guys & St Thomas'.

Meds-wise, I still struggle with the whole Humira injections and have been told off many a time for bad adherence. So we're currently on hold with that whilst they see if Azathioprine can do the job on its own for a while. If it can, ace! No more spring-loaded pens into the abs of steel (ha! Who am I kidding?! No steel here) Will make sure I keep you in the loop with that one. Meds, not my six pack development as that is totally not a thing.

Talking all things body...you may recall a post or 9 about the weight gain from all the medicines I've had over the years. Well the heaviest I got to was 75kg. Now at only 160cm it doesn't take a genius to work out that I was past the point of plump. Then the fickle finger of fate stepped in and through another flare up I went back down to my natural weight of 53kg. Only problem was that it was in a period of three months - so all eyes on me from a medicinal point of view. Doctors everywhere. All the tests. But since coming off the multitude of meds my weight has plateaued and we're doing ok!

No remission officially as of yet, but hey, it's already been 7 years since diagnosis and no remission. What's another 7 or so!?

I think that covers it from a health point of view. I'm sure if it hasn't I'll be blogging about it now I have definitely got the blogging bug back whilst typing this *excitable scream*

Hmm. Now what else has happened since I've blogged last. Oh I don't know. OH YEAH. I GOT ENGAGED.

Officially a grown up. A Mrs-to-be.

All very exciting. All very romantic. Many things to plan. Many things to think about. So many wonderful things to look forward to over the next year.

And that's where the glamour of Crohn's brings you straight back down to earth; when you look at wedding dresses online and consider the ease in which you can go to the toilet toilet. What a bride I'll be.

But now you'll all be there as part of the journey, too.

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