I Think I Might Be Pregnant | Two Under Two?

There is not a longer thirty seconds in life than the wait for the result of a Clear Blue. Whether willing for a positive or willing it away, it’s hard to relax whilst you wait. I’ve done four since Harrison was born. Four times in five months I’ve sat waiting, wondering if my life will change forever again. One surprise baby has been hard enough, but two? Two under two is unimaginable to me, and if I could shake the…
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Is It Normal To Feel Like This? | Post-Partum Low Self Esteem

 Last weekend I had a tantrum. More than a tantrum: let’s just say it lay somewhere on the spectrum between a tantrum and a breakdown. My reasoning? I had nothing to wear. Something as simple as going out for a family dinner had me reeling, I had not one possible option in my wardrobe that would work, and if I had been given the option to I’d have missed the occasion altogether. Recently, this has been happening more often than…
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I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant | Skipping The First Two Trimesters

Do you think you’d notice if you were 6 months pregnant? I didn’t. I’ll never forget the moment. I was sitting in a lecture for work, in the far right hand corner of the room, blocked in by the cold of the stone wall on one side and a line of colleagues on the other. The lecture was on Dealing With Death as a Police Officer, not that I took anything from it. I was pre-occupied with a feeling in…
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Coming To Terms With Hating My Post-Partum Body

When I fell pregnant, I did not think about how it affect my body post partum. I found myself frustrated at gaining weight the entire way through, angry as my thighs got closer, upset as my arms lost their shape and angry as my face filled out. I did not resent my bump; my bump was my baby, and that was a necessary part of having a baby, but in my own mind I couldn’t accept the changes that occurred…
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The Birth Story

I’ll start this off by saying this may well be a slightly unrealistic version of labour – I’ve either gotten extremely lucky, or I have the pain tolerance of a god, but I don’t think my labour could have gone better had I wrote it myself. Our little boy was born on the Friday 21st October at 3.15am – and I think I speak for both myself and Jordan when I say we’ve never loved such a little person so…
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