This week I rediscovered my pregnancy series: photographs of my changing body throughout the course of my pregnancy. I was pleased to find that I'd recorded almost every week, from week 12 to the day I gave birth.
Being a mum of a seven-month-old girl, 3am is a time that I’ve seen quite a lot of, of late. It also happens to be the time when my brain kicks into overdrive and I start thinking of all of the things that I need/could/would like to/or plan to do. It was during one such [...]
Located on the edge of the beautiful Cotswolds, just 20 minutes’ drive from Bath, 15 minutes from the National Trust village of Lacock and a short walk to the local, picturesque village of Bradford-on-Avon, Woolley Grange promised a luxury, family-friendly holiday in a beautiful Jacobean manor house.
While mumming and marathon training are not the best bedfellows, this week I’ve started to believe that I might actually make it to the start line of the 2019 London Marathon.
Now that our daughter, Florence, is six months we have starting to wean her onto solid foods. Up to this point she has been exclusively breast fed. I did express for a few months, but she started rejecting the bottle pretty early on and, although we tried a miscellany of bottle types and teats, we [...]
When I signed up to review the Barre & Baby ballet class in Canonbury, I knew that the main test would not be whether I could still do a pliet, but whether Florence would scream the studio down.
I wanted to re-post this blog from 2015, which I wrote when I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to have children. Since then I’ve been through a miscarriage and childbirth and I now have my wonderful daughter. This is a reminder that if you are missing your period, don’t be afraid to go to your doctor to get checked out. So often we assume that pregnancy is something that happens easily, yet for so many of us it really isn’t. Every minute I get to spend with my little girl I am reminded how lucky I am that I have reached this point and I am so grateful.
I would like to caveat this post with the note that if you are a bit squeamish about over-sharing or uncomfortable with discussions of ‘womeny things’, then this probably isn’t for you.
I debated for a while about tackling this subject as it’s something that is quite close to home. After long deliberation however, I realised that one of the main things that helped me when I had my diagnosis was talking to people in the same boat and feeling less alone.
Firstly, some background: it wasn’t until I had a conversation with one of my oldest friends from home, over the Christmas break last year, that I finally voiced my concerns over the fact that for most of my adult life I’ve not had periods. In my mind I’d made excuses for why this was the case, writing it off as being ‘fine’ for a variety of reasons. In…
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