Before I had children, I used to daydream about how one day I’d have two kids, ideally with a couple of years in between them, because that’s the perfect age gap, right? Continue reading
During my first pregnancy, I was a baby product marketers dream. I was totally sucked in by the adverts and celebrity endorsements in pregnancy magazines and the leaflets spilling out of my first Bounty pack.
This wasn’t supposed to be my next post. I’ve got three half-written posts in my drafts and I had every intention of finishing one of them, at least, on Sunday evening. Best-laid plans and all that.
I’m almost eight months in as a ‘mum of two’ and I’m still getting my head around using those simple three words to describe myself.
The boy is seven months old. WT actual F?! I’m over two-thirds of the way through my maternity leave already *serious sad face* and since I last posted, waaaay back in October, my boy has gone from being an incredibly gorgeous-yet-admittedly-slightly boring baby on a repeat eat/sleep/poo cycle to an even more gorgeous (yes, this is possible) babbling, eating, grabbing, sitting, rolling mini person.
October is bittersweet. It has always been my favourite month because of my birthday. I really love birthdays. Because, well, presents. Jim always jokes that I actually have a birth week. I like to milk it.
I feel that I really should write a post explaining why the past few weeks have been a bit crazy and I haven’t posted for a while. Back when I started this blog I did admit that it might be a bit ambitious with a new baby on the way, but in those first few weeks after V was born I managed quite a few posts. Continue reading
When I was pregnant the first time, I had the usual comments ‘they don’t stay tiny for long’, ‘they start school before you know it’ and the favorite, ‘enjoy every second’ from well-intentioned family, friends and random strangers.