Remembering infertility

I’ve realised that there is a part of me that somehow wants to commemorate this time, even though I am in the thick of it and loving it – I don’t want to forget it. I read an old blog post of mine that I wrote when B was only a few weeks old, and…

This is what two looks like

I can scarcely believe the time has gone so quickly, but our little B is two! It has been the best two years of my life. (And his! Haha.) We have had good times, fun, love and joy. My life feels infinitely more wonderful, even though it was pretty wonderful to start off with and…

Merry Christmas Eve

Merry Christmas Eve all! I’ve spent the day off work with my one and only, and my overwhelming feeling is gratitude. (Well, that and realising I really dislike wrapping.) It took a while to get here. I was told I’d never have kids naturally, and after over a decade of infertility and loss, operations, IVF…

A meditation on wooden toys

Or: Feelings when your 21 year old scribbles on the £90 “open ended play” wobbel board (my gift to him on his first birthday). When this happens to your natural wobbel and it doesn’t come off… – It doesn’t affect usage – it still functions perfectly as a wobbly board and slide and baby doll…

Taming the inner parental tiger

We are on holiday. It’s B’s first ever summer holiday, at 20 months. He had seen a beach before, but it was in Wales and it was freezing so I don’t think it counts. Of course for our first week (thankfully, I guess, only half a week) we had some pretty bad weather. It’s a…

Post natal weight gain

Firstly, may I offer the usual apologies for not blogging and being A Very Bad Person At Keeping In Touch. I just seem not to get round to it lately. And sometimes I just think I have nothing to say. I’m happy. I’m leading my own happy little mediocre life. Nothing too exciting or blogworthy….

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…

I keep meaning to post but…

…sometimes I can’t find the words. And Facebook is such an instant kind of interaction whereas blogging has some sort of responsibility associated with it, to have a subject or theme rather than just stream of consciousness rambling… (although anyone who’s followed my blog for a while will be used to that!).  I guess it’s…

That nursery rhyme is sexist!

It wasn’t until I had a baby that I realised how sexist the traditional nursery rhymes are. Especially The Wheels On The Bus!   The wheels on the bus go round and round… The mummies on the bus go chatter chatter chatter… The daddies on the bus go shhh shhh shhh… I’m sure there are…

PSA: A quick note on boobs

Apparently there are two types of breastfeeders – those whose boobs grow to gigantic humungaboobs™ and those whose boobs remain petite, perky and lovely.  Guess which one I am?  Yeah, it turns out that my already fairly moderately sized 32C pair have turned into full on funbags. All the better to feed you with, B….