So I wrote what I put in my hospital bag when I had G. While I have forgotten everything (again) I thought this time, I would focus on the essentials. The things you could grab in five minutes if you had to. The non-negotiables. So here is my top five. 1. Baby wipes. I would…
If I’d been the Duchess of Cambridge, hours after giving birth….. View image | gettyimages.com Forget the casual grab of Prince William’s hand, I’d have been leaning on carried down those steps by Hubster. The hair? Try not washed for three days and still having sweat from labour in it. Nice. The dress. Seriously. What…
I wasn’t writing my blog when I had Boo so, apart from my tongue-in-check birth story, I have never really shared it. G has been a different matter. I feel I have shared quite a lot of this pregnancy so I have decided to fill you in with what happened on the day. If you read previous…
If there’s one thing I learnt during my pregnancies, it is not to plan anything. Things happen. Plans can lead to disappointment and, as a new mother, this disappointment can really affect your mood and your life. So Thankfully Boo’s birth plan was relatively short: I do not want an epidural I want skin on…
I am hoping this will be my last pregnancy update and, that by this time next week, #FarmBaby2015 will have made a safe appearance. I thought I’d have a scenery change or you too this week and took bump outside for the photo. If you follow me on Instagram, you will have seen my…
Hospital bags, the holy grail of pregnancy. First time around, I had no idea what to pack and definitely took too much. I am going to try and just take the bare minimum this time and pack a supplementary bag at home so Hubster can bring it in, should I need it. Last time I…
If another pregnant woman told me what I did myself recently, I would tell them off. That’s right, just after Christmas and over 34 weeks pregnant, I weighed myself. I ate for six when I was pregnant with Boo, foolishly thinking those excess calories would come out beautifully wrapped with the baby and I would…
I find other people’s birth stories intriguing. A bit like when you have a mouth ulcer and you have to keep rubbing your tongue over it, even when it really hurts. Are they sadistic? Is that why we like to read them? Maybe we find solace in the fact other people went through a longer, more…
