two words: or maybe, two words, one of which is hyphenated: or is it, three words, two of which are hyphenated? ANYWAY: CAR-PRINTED DUVET. Honestly, I can't tell you how worried I was about putting him in a child's bed from a cot. It was much earlier than I would ever have considered it if … Continue reading How to get a toddler to sleep better
I've been a bit list-tastic lately, no? Forgive me: I'm tired enough that long sentences hurt my frontal lobe. This morning I got my Congratulations, Thirty-Weeker email from Babycentre.co.uk. It included a list of feel-good things to do in the last sprint towards Labour Day. Very nice, I thought. But it was all a bit … Continue reading Things to do at thirty weeks: an alternative list for the anti-nester
A confession for you, dear reader: I hate dressing when pregnant. I wish I were one of those wonderful 'embrace the bump' women, who style themselves well and look fabulous all the way through. You know. The women who glow, with the hair and the heels. When I'm pregnant, I'm hot and chafey and keep … Continue reading Five maternity styles I’ve learned to love…and five I love to hate
Dear baby, welcome to the Big Third. (trimester, that is.) Big in all senses, of course. I am now so huge I struggle to fit my beachball face into a photograph (see above), and you are shooting out like a firework. This week you are apparently the size of a Chinese cabbage. I don't know what … Continue reading To the Chinese cabbage in my uterus, with love
Today Hen had his first haircut. It was long past time to cut off that ludicrous wispy mullet at the back. His bed hair looked like a back-combed tumbleweed, but I still dragged my feet when it came to cutting it off. I wasn't ready at all to see a boy's face on those skinny shoulders. He looks … Continue reading Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
I blinked, and then we were halfway through. This pregnancy is slipping by like it's a dream. Since coming out of that hideous first trimester (during which time didn't move at all) I've resumed normal life, done everything I used to, swapped smaller clothes for larger ones automatically. This little person doesn't kick nearly as … Continue reading About twenty weeks
I don't really believe in baby brain. What I think is, pregnant women have a lot going on. With the growing and the sleeplessness and really momentous trapped wind (um, according to a Friend of Mine). It's nothing chemical: it's just easy to forget about things when you can't eat without swelling up like the … Continue reading Do I get a cape, at least?
Here is the absolute truth of it. Mothering little people is the most profoundly wearying, profoundly wonderful thing I've ever done. It is feeling like I could burst when my boy yells 'HEY MAMA' from another room, and feeling like I've been vomited on from a large height with the power of scream. Both, always … Continue reading The good, the bad and the bread market
I've been watching these flowers for a week, and I think I prefer them like this. Big and heavy-headed, tender hearts open to the sky. They look so much redder and more alive than the prim little closed-up things they were. Lived-in. Like they've bloomed as far as they can go, and revelled in it. … Continue reading On blooming
What the holy hugeness is this? I've had a lot of pie this evening, but steady on. Also, why does it look like it's got two heads?!