I had a revelation a couple of days ago. I was in the car, following sat nav, on my way to buy a train set, when I pulled an absolutely great manoeuvre out of the bag and said to myself “Dad would be proud of me for that one” like I was a newly passed,… Continue reading “She’s got a nice fridge”
I am, I really am. I’ve decided to cut myself a bit of slack! I came back from my holiday feeling, surprisingly, utterly and completely relaxed. We’d had a truly magical time yet it was restful too, I felt rejuvenated, I felt less anxious about completing so much in every day and I possessed a real… Continue reading I’m giving myself a break…
No more working for a week or two? Really? Seriously? No more work? What do you mean? Clearly ‘Don’ didn’t have a child. We fly tomorrow and I could not be more ready, for a holiday that is, not actually ready for this one. I have huge, long lists on so many post-it notes stuck… Continue reading We’re all going on a summer holiday…
Last night my toddler threw up in my mouth. Like actual vomit, right in my mouth. I tasted it. Hell, I think I even swallowed it. According to my husband though it smelt nice; like strawberries. Well, I can 100% assure you it did not taste “nice; like strawberries”, it tasted like real person’s very real sick, right… Continue reading It’s nice; like strawberries
Sam plays beautifully on his own. He pushes his cars, trolley, chairs, the dog, toot toots with his trains and repeatedly punches his baby in the stomach so that he can hear it shout Mama, Papa and cry, and has a lovely time doing so. Cue bout of maternal guilt: is it right that I… Continue reading Guilty as charged
Just a really quick little post to say how utterly and completely overwhelmed I am to the response to yesterday’s blog about my infertility journey. I can only echo my words again and stress that infertility should absolutely not be a taboo subject and you people out there have made me feel incredibly proud to have shared… Continue reading Utterly overwhelmed
I never expected to have trouble conceiving, for me it always felt like a given; find man; buy house in country with big garden; get married; have child; have more childs and possibly dog. We diligently worked through this checklist ticking things off until eventually we knew the date we were going to start trying, had read… Continue reading It’s all about ME!