Well I have been psyching myself up, and doing a bit of umming and ahhhing, about writing this for the past 10 1/2 months. Firstly I felt that sharing my birth story was too personal. Secondly that no-one really cared. And third that it has so much emotion attached to it I just couldn’t muster the energy to type it
Dear pregnant ones, I am so very sorry to any of you if I ever made comment on your belly. Whether it was to say that you have ‘really popped’ or you were ‘really showing now’, I’m sorry. As a current pregnant woman myself I am so exhausted by all the comments on my ever expanding stomach. Believe me when
Pat, Lotus and I will be expecting a new little addition, late August. Before you ask, no it wasn’t an accident. I have had this in my mind for a little while now, since loosing my Dad and wanting to replace him with a puppy or baby straight away. Luckily I have a very strong, stable and supportive husband who
Each year on ‘ru ok’ day I find myself thinking of Dad, thinking of all the people out there struggling, thinking of myself and my ongoing battles with life. From the outside most of us paint such a pretty picture of happiness, but this is an impossibility to maintain throughout our entire lives. As humans we are just not built
I have now had to have an enforced break from this slice, it is simply too good. While there are a few steps it is relatively easy and well worth any effort. A big hit with all members of the family we were rationing it out in the last few batches to make sure everyone got their fix. Hope you
I have been plagued with anxiety for most of my life. On and off I have phases where it hits me and I am usually afflicted for a few months before it tends to drop away for a little while, giving me some reprieve. While it’s seriously unpleasant it doesn’t stop me doing much. I continue on, trying to ignore
