Here’s My Latest Pregnant Update At 17 Weeks Pregnant So we’re in week 17 of pregnancy, what’s that like? Well, I’m 17 weeks pregnant and TIRED. Here’s more about pregnancy week 17…but first… My 17 Weeks Pregnant Baby Bump 17 Weeks Pregnant Symptoms (I’m TIRED) Lost: one burst of second trimester energy. If found, please return to: Gill, the…
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Potty Mouth
There are several subjects I swore I’d never talk about on this blog. These include things that are too personal, too boring or, well, you know, too icky. I don’t think anyone wants to hear about the time that happened. Or anything about the strange thing after I gave birth. Or the intimate details of…
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Long weekend <3
Hands up who loves long weekends? Or should that be, hands up who doesn’t love long weekends? Technically, as a midweek worker / mum they don’t make that much difference to me, but Alex is off so it means three whole days of just the three of us. Which is one of my favourite things…
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Pregnancy week 16: keep on moving
Pregnancy week 16…So the big and really exciting news this week is…our bathroom is finished! What’s that, you say – this should be a post about your pregnancy? Well, the bathroom has been the main focus of my life for about 100 years and I’m just so thrilled it’s done that I can’t really think…
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Leaving the house with a 2-year-old, or 25 reasons why we’re always late
OK, I admit it. I’m frequently late. It’s a really unappealing habit*, I know. but I’m not quite sure how it happens. One minute there’s hours to go, and the next I’m sprinting down the road, hoping that time itself is incorrect. And it never is. Add a child into the mix and things get…
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The truth about two children
What’s the truth about two children? “You’re going to have your hands full!” a nurse told me at my very first antenatal appointment, on hearing it was my second baby. She would shortly jab me in the arm with a needle, so was probably only trying to distract me with small talk, but sheesh, thanks…
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A positive message about public breastfeeding
Here’s some of the places I’ve breastfed my daughter in public: cafés, restaurants, shopping centres, waiting rooms, train stations, station platforms, on trains, on a train full of drunken football fans, on beaches and on board boats, on packed tubes and buses during rush hour in central London. In museums, art galleries, at the zoo,…