It’s easy to admit (and see from the outside too) that 2 of my biggest weaknesses are impatience, and my need for control. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve worked on these areas of my life, but never do they pop their sneaky heads up (in all their ugliness) as much as they do in my 3rd trimester of my pregnancies. I had my hospital bag packed by 32 weeks preggers (full-term is 40 weeks) with Sarah (my 1st child), convinced that she’d come early, as HELLO; I’m early for everything and thus ... View the Post

As I sit and type this, my hair in a messy bun, dining room table covered in toys, mugs and slips, H puts a punnet of grapes in front of me and says ‘eat’ after rewarding me with a kiss. I can hear a tired Sarah blowing bubbles with her spit and rubbing the contents on the kitchen floor, while H attempts to make breakfast after nearly breaking his neck tripping over the ice bucket, which Sarah has just pulled out the cupboard and is now attempting to climb inside. This is the first time I ... View the Post