Now, firstly I’d like to admit I’m no make-up boff. I’ve always admired women who can remember shades and brands off the top of their head and who’ll hand over £50 for a specific concealer because they’ve taken the time to try it (probably using one of those mini testers), considered its talent and gone back to purchase. I’m the
It’s been quite some time since I wrote, well… anything really. Some days Milo won’t free up either of my hands rendering writing impossible, other days I look like Waynetta Slob’s less fit sister and can barely walk in a straight line, let alone fashion a post. Now he’s been on the planet a few months and become a tad
Here’s a few things I learned about giving birth. I’m obviously very aware these won’t all apply to everyone, birth experiences can be highly divisive. A bit like the music of Cliff Richard. Some women walk away with nothing more than a grazed fanny while others have a torrid time and like to tell everyone about it at coffee mornings and
Today, a man tweeted me to say just because he’s a bloke, it doesn’t mean he couldn’t ‘understand’ what it was like to be pregnant. He ‘understood’ what it was like to be pregnant. Oh thank goodness! Probably a lot like all us women who ‘understand’ what it’s like to be chopped in the bollocks. So! Man on the internet.
So my body’s now five months in to putting together lots of skin and bones and cells and nerves, I’ve emerged unscathed from twelve weeks of sickness and am now fully immersed in the throws of ‘blooming’. While it’s great that mums and baby books portray how fabulous this stage can be and hint at a few niggles, I thought