I’m on giffgaff, come join me:
A few years ago my mobile contract came to an end and I had the option of upgrading my phone and therefore renewing my contract, keeping my phone and having a rolling contract or keeping my phone and cancelling my contract. Now the phone that came with the contract had already given up the ghost and Mr K had kindly bought me an iPhone for my birthday. I therefore didn’t need to upgrade. I decided to have a look around for a cheaper contract in order to save some money but I didn’t really want to be tied down for another 2 years. A friend of mine recommended giffgaff and after a bit of research it seemed like the perfect solution.
Giffgaff is a pay as you go network but instead of just topping up credit whenever you run out and using that money for calls, texts etc (which you can do if you want), you can buy monthly goodybags consisting of calls, texts and data. These start from as little as £5 a month and you can set them up to automatically renew. Giffgaff even send you an email with your monthly usage and your recommended plan based on that. I have therefore just changed from the £10 a month goodybag to the £7.50 a month goodybag after they told me that I would be better off on the cheaper one.
Choose your goodybag
When you join you are given a link so that if people you know would like to order a giffgaff sim they can order from you and you both get some free credit when they activate it. So come on, what are you waiting for? Order a giffgaff sim today and save yourself some money!
I have not been asked to do this review not have I been compensated. All opinions are my own.
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I’m about to say something very shocking. You may not like it or understand it and may not even believe me. It is completely against our cultural, and perhaps even moral, norm. Here goes … I’m not excited to be having a baby!
There you go. Shocking isn’t it. The thing is I’m not even sure how normal it is to feel this way. A quick google search came up with lots of people asking questions on forums about not being excited to find out they were pregnant but I couldn’t find anything about it this late on. Not knowing if this is a perfectly acceptable feeling somehow makes it worse. It’s like I’m already setting myself up to fail.
I suppose it doesn’t help that nothing is really ready for this baby. The nursery has 1 coat of paint on some but not all walls and so is nowhere near ready. The cot is stored safely away in my mum’s loft and still needs a new mattress which can’t be bought until I know the measurements of said cot (apparently there is standard and continental). The hospital bags haven’t even been thought about despite numerous people “suggesting” that they should be packed and ready by now!
The worst thing though is that I don’t even know how I will be giving birth. I know that no one really does know as things don’t always go to plan (as I found out last time) but I can’t even prepare myself for what I want to happen. Everything depends on future growth scans and meetings with consultants etc. Will it be natural? Will it be a c section? Will I be able to stay at home? Will I have to go straight into hospital? It feels very unnerving to have no idea!
Articles on the Internet suggest that Mr K and I talk, sing and read to the baby. I’ve tried but don’t really get any satisfaction from doing it. Mr K just laughs when I suggest that he tries. He has even refused pretty much every offer to feel the baby move that I have made. I’m not sure that he is excited this time either.
I know that I will love the baby when they arrive but the lack of excitement now is quite frankly scary. Maybe struging to bond with baby boy has impacted this time around. Whatever the reason I hope that some sort of enthusiasm kicks in soon.
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The first pair of shoes! Such an exciting time, a rite of passage and a sign that your little one is no longer a baby.
You take your little one to the shop and have a look at the cute little shoes whilst you wait for the assistant. You then wrestle with your darling child to keep them still whilst the assistant tries to measure their feet with what must look like a torture device to any child. Despite this it is still fun. The assistant goes to get some shoes in the right size to try on whilst you try to keep your munchkin entertained. The assistant returns with a pile of boxes! Immediately a style jump out as being cuter than the others so obviously they don’t fit very well but after the fifth pair you decide on a style you like. The first pair of shoes! Despite the effort it is still exciting.
Taking the shoes to the till you feel a sense of pride. “£36 please” says the cashier. How much?! You faint with shock!