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I'm A Fucking Unicorn

"The unicorn is a legendary creature, a symbol of purity and grace." - OK so I cut some bits out there but you get the picture; also I'm not the pure or graceful but I just fucking love unicorns.

My best friend got me this for Christmas - best present EVER!

This week is very important, it celebrates International Women's Day on Thursday 8th March. The very next day just happens to be my birthday.

I have been very torn about my feelings heading towards another birthday, on one hand it is not a 'big one' but on the other it only serves as a reminder that my big ol' biological clock is a tick, tick, ticking.

I am at an age where my life seems to be filled with endless hen do's, weddings, Christenings etc, so my weekends are constantly filled with events I attend for other people. Now don't get me wrong here, I am very, very happy and always feel privileged to have people invite me to be a part of these life events, however given my circumstances, said events can be extremely draining. 

As my first wedding anniversary came and went, and my husband and I just became another old married couple, it did nothing to help us blend into the shadows or escape the constant 'When are you having children?' questions. 

For these reasons I am taking my birthday off work and I have asked my husband if we can simply have a staycation to celebrate i.e. lock the doors, close the curtains, go nowhere and see no one.

My P-Day is early next week, so there is a chance that I could be typing this with pregnant fingers, however I am painfully aware that this is highly unlikely. I can't help but secretly pray that I will have the world's most wonderful birthday present - a BFP (big fat postivie for those not down with the infertility lingo) - but I am prepared for it to go the other way, the usual way. That is another reason I want to stay home, I don't want to have to put on my public mask for just a few days.

Rather than dwell on the negative stuff, or live inside my own head, I thought I would get positive and talk about all the things that I LOVE, because it will soon be international women's week and I am a woman and therefore very important.

So here it is, a list of the things that put a smile on my face:

  • My husband (obvs...most of the time)
  • My dog
  • Unicorns
  • Dressing my dog up as a unicorn

  • Slippers (I fucking love slippers, don't care how old that makes me at heart!)
  • Dressing gowns (it's literally an indoor coat)
  • PJ's (are you getting the theme here)
  • Blankets in front of open fires (not so much in the rom-com picnic in the living room way, more just for snuggly purposes)
  • Scented candles
  • Socks - I cannot STAND when I get holes in my socks, but I love them all quirky & patterned
  • Box sets - preferably not ones that suck me in and then only have one season (Netflix I'm looking at you)
  • Winning Streak the TV Programme (this is an Irish thing, but they literally just give you money, it is my DREAM to be on it!)
  • Arts & crafts flowers from children (I got pipe cleaner roses in an old glass jar from my niece the other week and it melted my cold, stone heart. NB and arts & crafts from children will work, I'm not fussy)
  • Arts & crafts in general
  • Scratch Cards (see 'Winning Streak' - I am convinced I was not destined to be this poor)
  • Crisps, biscuits, cakes etc (no explanation needed...they don't love me obvs)
  • House decorating/building shows
  • Finding a fiver in an old coat
  • 90's music
  • Make-up - it has become an obsession since I did a make-up course, even though I barely ever wear it
Now that I have bared my soul in a list of bullet points, there isn't much more to say, other than chin up, stay positive and although we may all feel like we're chasing unicorns at times, they're really just horses with cones on their heads...they're out there 😜

#notpregnantjustfat #anotheryearolder #imafuckinunicorn #unicorn 

P.S. Apologies for the randomness & lack of direction today...but imagine being inside my head! x


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