Moving house is one of the most stressful things that you can do and I hadn’t realised how true this was until we did it again. Here’s my lowdown of what makes it so: Solicitors – namely conveyancers. Do you make paperwork an art form? Want a straight answer – what’s that? Can I push… Continue reading What I learnt and rediscovered about moving house
I’d never heard about placenta donation until about a year ago when I saw someone on TV discussing it. I had no idea that the cord blood of the placenta is one of the richest sources of stem cells and every day it is routinely thrown away in the UK. It can be used to… Continue reading Saving lives with placenta donation
I had my 20-week scan this week and was pretty nervous. Everything was ok though and we wanted to find out the sex. So the sonographer paused and hovered over my tummy before shouting ‘scrotum and penis!’ to which I replied ‘is it a boy?’ ‘No…’ he said dryly, ‘of course it’s a boy’. I… Continue reading Half way there
Out the other side is very much how I feel heading into the New Year. Being pregnant at Christmas made me feel a huge pressure to feel happy and upbeat when sometimes I felt scared and uncertain. Because everything shuts down – it also made me feel vulnerable in case anything happened. Like being adrift… Continue reading Out the other side
This Christmas Eve, despite our best efforts, husband got mildly pissed at a friend’s gathering, which in returning home led to a slow descent into cantankerous intolerance as we tried to get our three-year-old to bed amidst tears, protestations and threats of no presents if he didn’t go to sleep. He was still up, faffing… Continue reading ‘Twas the night before Christmas…and all went to pot
I’m trying something new in this post (hope it doesn’t sound too’PR’) and talking about a children’s book that I was sent some info on recently. I really liked it and thought you might too. It’s a children’s cookbook called Mission Cookpossible, written by Amelia Thorne and illustrated by Jose Fragaso. The characters are funny… Continue reading Cooking with imagination
“Where art thou, Mother Christmas? I only wish I knew Why Father should get all the praise And no one mentions you.” Roald Dahl had it about right when he wrote the above. This year, I made Herbie a special postbox from an old Cheeseballs container, covered it with red card, cut a letterbox in… Continue reading Mother Christmas gets a raw deal
So I had my dating scan this week and everything looked as it should, which was good news. I get so jittery beforehand and have to close my eyes and be told all is ok before I can open them. I explained to the sonographer about the clinical trial I was part of. I often… Continue reading Heading into Christmas
It has taken me a while to write this post. I was unsure when or if to share it, but decided it would help if I did. After I had the ‘procedure’ for the SiM trial looking into treatments for recurrent miscarriage, I waited for my next period as instructed, and then we started trying… Continue reading Keep on keeping on
We had a day out to Kipling’s country home, Bateman’s in Burwash, recently and it was another great National Trust visit. After the usual argument in the car park about where the entrance was and why we were not walking there immediately, we explored the grounds and the wider countryside as it was a bright… Continue reading If you can keep your head when, all around you, a toddler is having a meltdown…
My Beautiful Diary of the Amazingly Mundane 