So I’ve had a lovely morning today, although it didn’t start too great. I woke up at 3am wailing and crying after a nightmare about having a miscarriage. All I remember is going to the toilet, wiping and seeing blood, and collapsing and crying. It was horrific. I woke up feeling so upset, but after … More Mothercare, Mamas & Papas, and miscarriage nightmares…
Exactly a year ago today, at exactly this time, I was laid in the bath and started up this blog. It was intended to be an outlet. A place where I could jot down my thoughts and funny sexscapades without spamming K Squad and annoying those people who didn’t want to read about them all … More Happy 1st birthday to my blog!
Today is the first time since I found out I was pregnant that I’ve NOT peed on a stick. It was hard. I have 14 tests sitting on top of the bathroom drawer tower. Dave and I stare at them (separately) every day. Each stick is a reminder that we have a baby in my … More I don’t ‘feel’ pregnant today…
I have been granted entry to Club Preggo. I have queued up 19 times to try and be let into this exclusive club, and on the 20th attempt, the bouncer finally unhooked that velvet rope and stood aside to let me in. I’ve been partying in Club Preggo for 10 days now, but I’m not … More Getting pregnant is like a doorman letting you into a nightclub, but not your friends.
Today it is your daddy’s 32nd birthday! You are the best birthday present I could ever give him. He used to talk about not looking forward to turning 32. I think it was because he was getting older but his life wasn’t moving forward in the way he wanted to. But now he is on … More Dear Cub – 5 weeks | 2 days
Hey baby bear! Cub is the nickname your daddy and I have given you, because your dad has called me Bear for as long as I can remember. We always talked about calling you Cub. And now you’re finally here, snuggling deep in Mama Bear’s tummy. Papa Bear is very protective over you. The first … More Dear Cub
Well. I can’t believe I’m actually posting this. I’m pregnant. I’m pregnant. There is a tiny baby growing inside of me. It feels so surreal to type that, to say it. To believe it, even. Dave keeps calling me Mama Bear. Mummy. His beautiful wife that is carrying his child. It doesn’t feel real yet. … More The day I broke the internet