Today

I received a text message from my old uni flatmate this morning. “Sad news. Call me. x” I thought – this is it. She’s gone into a hospice. Our other uni flatmate M, and her best friend – has had lung cancer. (Did you know lung cancer is the #1 killer cancer? And yet it’s…

The loneliness of the long distance mama

(Title apologies to Alan Sillitoe) Readers, I’ve been feeling morose lately. I’m not quite sure why. I’m fairly sure it’s hormonal and maybe to do with those crazy chemicals rushing around my body, or work being a bit full on and then easing off, or breastfeeding slowing down a bit… or something. In one way…

Infertility anger

I get it. I get it more than you can imagine. Whenever I used to read another infertility blog, I’d mentally compare it to our journey and my own infertility (because the “fault” is mine – I’m the infertile one) and figure if ours had gone on longer or been easier or harder. And usually…

Things to do whilst your baby isn’t being born

I’ve been a bit ranty and hormonal lately, and luckily (*sarcasm) for me, it’s because it’s my Time of the Month rather than because everyone in the world is being annoying. (Actually, I think it might be both.) Oh yeah, I’m expecting my period next week. It was gonna be my baby, but y’know, 1…

My selfish brother

I don’t like to rant, and I may end up deleting this. But it’s been brewing for a while now and today it came to a head when my mother called me to check how I was after the op I had yesterday. The op was to remove the fibroid they found in my uterus…

A period, rather than a semi-colon

(Or: Going with the Flo) And here it is. I don’t know how I thought I would feel when I got my period – the first period after my very first pregnancy and my very first miscarriage. (I refuse even after all this time to call it “Aunt Flo(w)” as I don’t believe in calling…

Life ain’t no fairy tale… (or is it?)

One of my favourite sayings is Suck it up, buttercup. I don’t know why, but I find it comical. I can just imagine some drawling John Malkovich type saying Life ain’t no fairy tale, princess. And in the context of what’s been going on in my life recently, it’s sort of comforting in a morose British…

Why I’m choosing not to keep abusive comments on my blog 

(Or: It’s easy to be mean from behind a keyboard) Yesterday I wrote a post about Jennifer Aniston which was meant to be a lighthearted way of making a serious point.  That point was around the well known experience (in the infertility community) of it being assumed that you don’t want kids, and the fact…