Time for nursery!! Throughout December, we started having trouble with Harry’s bedtime and he completed his transformation from sweet, shy boy into the actual Crown Prince of Tantrums and All Evil. Needless to say, it’s was bloody exhausting and I just had nothing left to give to my husband, family, free time at home. I…… Continue reading Passing The Baton
Christmas is such meaningless bullshit. There I’ve said it. It’s such commercial, wasteful, dragged out bullshit. I don’t just mean from the standpoint of someone who is cynical and is only at the start of the parenting part of my life. I’m saying it as a human being who is already under so much pressure,…… Continue reading Merry Effing Christmas
18 months is feeling like a huuuge deal to me. As of Friday, the 15th September, my boy is halfway to his 2nd birthday. It’s a very bittersweet, like it’s the last month milestone for him as a baby. I’m glad that he’s getting so big and grown up but at the same time I…… Continue reading A Year and a Half in…
I am absolutely overwhelmed by the response my article about our January Jewel is getting. I wrote the original post to put voice to my pain and hopefully raise awareness and help somebody find comfort. It seems that I’ve achieved that goal. But there’s still so much work for me to do. Scar ectopic pregnancies…… Continue reading The Next Step
I’ve had a few weeks break from writing and its been weird. It’s usually my outlet, my pressure valve and my way of being productive even though my house is falling apart around me. If I’ve had a shit week, I knew I could just throw it all down in a note on my phone…… Continue reading Why I Refuse To Stay Silent About My Miscarriage
Dare I say that this motherhood business is getting easier? We’re now at a point when we are more than just treading water and we are getting into a nice comfy groove with everything life has thrown at us since our son came into our lives almost a year ago. He’s napping better, eating everything…… Continue reading Room for one more?
In honour of Valentines Day, it’s only fair that I dedicate a blog post to the man I made Harry with. I’ll start with a bit of boring background. We were born exactly 5 months apart at the same hospital in 1990 and then met at high school when we were 11 but didn’t become…… Continue reading A love-rant