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
Do you ever get that feeling of being completely overwhelmed when you’ve taken on too much? Like you want to tell the whole world to sod off for a bit and leave you in peace?
These days I seem to get very little ‘just us’ time with my little lady. I struggle with this. After all, she was my only focus for almost five years.
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.
This weekend, we had an unexpected house guest by the name of Sam.
I say unexpected. For the past 30-odd-ish weeks, every Friday morning, without fail, E has excitedly announced over her cheerios, ‘Mummy, I really think that today will be the day that Sam will come and stay’.
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.
I really hope the saying ‘bad luck comes in threes’ has some truth to it because I have had my three this week.
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.
…our beautiful boy, who arrived on Friday 3rd July. Continue reading