So, those of you following Twitter, Facebook or Babyworld updates may have been under the impression that Eleanor would be here by now. And you wouldn’t be the only one. Unfortunately, this was not to be. The contractions that started on Thursday afternoon and got closer together and stronger until, …
Not in my usual style, I’m going to do a quick update to keep all the inquisitive people out there satisfied… Eleanor is still tucked up inside me. But she is now fully engaged – in the words of the midwife yesterday ‘Really, really, right down there,’ and will be …
Chris suggested that I should probably write a post about my waters not breaking for those of you who do not follow me on Twitter or Facebook and saw MTJAM’s comment on the previous post. So, here goes (but, be warned; as with so much pregnancy talk, there may be …
One of the things that I have loved about my life PR (post Rosemary), is the variety and balance that motherhood brought (indeed, that parenthood brought to both of us). Previously, I would spend 12-15 hours a day at the computer. A fair bit of that would be working, but …
Chris tends to be more bothered about table manners than I am. I generally go with the role model good behaviour and ignore the unwanted behaviour, unless it’s really awful. Of course, the latter is a problem because people have different definitions of what is really awful. At the moment, …
She pulled the duvet over her head, hiding from the shadows and the monsters. She couldn’t sleep in this strange house. She could hardly remember what it was like when they all lived together. So long ago. was it a happy time? She thought not. She remembered lots of shouting. …
In England, many people consider August 31st the worst day to be born. This is because it means you will be the very youngest in your class.
So, let’s move on with the continuing saga of will she or won’t she give birth early? On Saturday morning, right from getting up, I had mild (very mild) contraction-like pains. They were almost exactly every six minutes apart (and, in fact, might well have been, if I’d been using …
I have a whole bunch of posts half-written, half-thought, half-planned. I have reviews to type up, posts about back to school (or nursery school and playgroup), posts about the cuteness that is Rosemary, posts about the disobedient stubborn wilfulness that is Rosemary, posts about my daughter coming home and calling …
To the tune of Janis Joplin’s Mercedes Benz. Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a new pelvic floor? I did all my exercises, I wish I’d done more Worked hard on my clenches, though it was a chore, So Lord, won’t you buy me a new pelvic floor? Oh …
