2.22pm on a Sunday afternoon may seem to be an unusual time to schedule a blog post to publish, but this time holds a special place in my heart. 2.22pm, 18th February 2016 was the time and date that the little “blastocyst that could” was transferred into my uterus.
It’s the time and date that a tiny embryo made the biggest impact on my life.
I warn you. This post is lengthy. Get a brew and a biscuit before you start.
February 2012. The Hubby and I had been together for two years, and although not yet married, we had been discussing our desire to have children together.
Valentine’s Day is tomorrow, and whether you celebrate it not, don’t you think it’s nice that with all the doom and gloom in the world, there is a day to remind us that love, really is, all around?
But do you know where Valentine’s Day came from? Here are 10 facts that cover everything from its dark origins, to its modern day traditions. Read more
I’ve always been an honest and open person. This meant that as my Hubby and I struggled to conceive, and ultimately ended up on the path of fertility treatment, I would converse with friends and family about it all.
Sharing our journey with others helped me. My Hubby chose to keep things to himself. To put his energy into other things. But I liked to talk. This led to some of the following things being said to me.
I know that the following was said with good intentions, and I’m sure if the person who spoke these words to me knew how much it hurt they would be mortified. I don’t place any blame anywhere, but hope to educate others on what not to say to a friend or family member who is in a similar position. Read more
Since the rise of the mobile phone, our lives have become a little bit easier to manage, and it has become a little bit harder to ignore people.
We can take photos whenever and wherever, share our thoughts at the drop of the hat on social media, and store addresses, birthdays, and anniversaries in our never-without calendar. If there is a crisis, you can let people instantly know you are okay, and if you have an accident, you can let people instantly know you’re in A&E.
And then, if you’re after even more help, there’s probably an app for that. Read more
I’m trialling a new type of blog post, and so now every Tuesday will be a TOP TEN post. (Don’t groan, I swear I’ll make them interesting/fun/brief!)
This week I shall be focusing on my TOP TEN parenting tips.
E is only fifteen months old, so no doubt I shall return to this list in the future to change and adapt it, but so far, these are the handiest tips I can think of: Read more
E started baby led weaning at five months old. This was a bit before the suggested age, but after doing my research, I knew she was ready.
We sat her in her high chair, at the end of the dining table, and gave her some par-boiled carrots. To watch her was to know that we had done the right thing. Read more
Do you want to hear something funny? Poop! That’s well funny isn’t it? Poop is funny. It smells funny. It’s all squishy on your bottom. And it’s especially fun to make sure Mama and Daddy have a difficult time wiping it off me! Read more
Have you ever had one of those mornings?
You know the kind.
The mornings (or afternoons) that no matter what you do, everything goes wrong.
I had one of them yesterday . . . Read more
Since becoming a Mother, I’ve come to realise that I’ve lost a little of my happy-go-lucky attitude. In my mission to make sure everything is perfect for E, where once I would stumble over and ignore little niggles and frustrations, shrugging my shoulders and getting on with life, I now find myself drowning in anxiety, fear, and apprehension. Read more