A harmless conversation outside preschool

I dropped the boy at preschool this morning and did my usual anxious thing of standing as far as possible from the other parents and trying to avoid eye contact with anyone at all.  It’s a huge trigger for me, and I’m really trying to deal with it.

Christmas, Pass the Prosecco style

I have loved Christmas for as long as I can remember; the build up, Christmas Eve and the magic of it all.  Even as an adult, I would still wake up at 4am and revel in the magical feeling and calm of Christmas Day morning. In November 2014 I gave birth to my son, our […]

The day the rains came(down my legs)

This story has come from reading the lovely Whinge Whinge Wine’s latest post about pelvic floor dramas(you can read it here) which reminded me about a traumatic experience on a trampoline post-baby. This post contains a lot of TMI – you have been warned.

The mancub is sick

It’s 7.45 on a Monday morning and I should be at work. Instead I’m sat on a towel on my sofa with a poorly mancub, who has been unwell since Friday.

I’m broody

That day has come that I never thought I’d see again. I went to a kids party on Sunday and found myself chatting to a mum cradling a three week old baby.

Important milestones this week

The boy turned three last weekend and within a few days we have hit two major milestones. He’s learnt two very important phrases and isn’t afraid to use them.

The little man turns three

Today the boy turns 3. On the fourth of November 2014 after a long induction, failed labour and eventual emergency Caesarean we welcomed the mancub into our life.