Baby-making

This post has been difficult to write. It is about baby-making. Hold that thought: I’m not going to tell you about the birds and the bees. I’m confident you probably have a rough idea of the physical actions required to get all the ingredients in the right place. What you possibly don’t appreciate is what […]

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Back to work

This week I went back to work.  It was one of the hardest weeks of my life.  I cried. I was tired. I was grumpy.  I was a terrible wife and barely spoke to my husband at all (sorry Monsieur FF).  But you know what: I survived.  WE survived. I was really happy to be […]

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Body Combat

People say your body will change when you have a baby. Those people are right. (Again, dammit). Even when your belly has eventually deflated, and your boobies too, you seem to be just a bit bigger, saggier and wider everywhere.  The unofficial rule “9 months on, 9 months off” seems fair when you’re not actually […]

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Boobies, Breasticlés, Amazeboobs

WARNING: This post contains graphic boobie-related content.  If you don’t have boobs, I suggest you don’t read this.  You may be traumatised. As someone* once said: “I don’t care about amazeballs, what about these amazeBOOBS?!” *probably As this week is apparently world breastfeeding week it seems opportune to celebrate the wondrous balls that are higher up, the […]

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Baby steps

Having a bébé is a big deal and it is not all cute babygrows, nursery rhymes and cake (although it is a lot of that).  I had not fully appreciated how this journey would change me; not just physically but emotionally.  I don’t think you can anticipate the change.  It is utterly mind-boggling. This post is […]

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B – intro

Welcome to my very first post.  Allow me to give you a little context to this blog, before I launch in (mostly this is for my benefit so I can focus my ramblings). Why now? I’ve been meaning to start a blog for yonks. I like writing. I love words. I used to keep a diary, back in […]

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