Guess what? I’m a neurotic mum and I’m completely fine with that

I am not a cool mum by any means. I’m a neurotic mum, a worried mum, a paranoid mum, a ‘worst-case-scenario’mum and hey, I’m OK with that. This is my first baby and, like riding a bike, I’m nervous and trying to figure it out as I go along. It’s a balancing act.   As…

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I will never get over the fact that my grandmother died before meeting my child

I didn’t want to write about this for a long while because I simply wasn’t ready to. I still don’t think I’m ready to write about it. I still think I am struggling to process a lot of grief and anger. But I think there’s an element about my grandmother’s passing that I’m ready to…

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Tried and Tested: Nurofen FeverSmart Temperature Monitor AKA The best temperature device thingy for kids who HATE having their temperature taken

Georgia absolutely hates having her temperature taken. I mean really, really hates it. It’s actually only a recent thing, to be honest. When she was little and couldn’t wriggle her way out of our arms it was easy to just shove a thermometer under her armpit. Then she grew, and she got feisty. When she…

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Did feminism suck all the fun out of motherhood?

I have always considered myself a feminist. Sure, I might not ‘look’ like one (whatever that means, but I’ve been told it before), but I am. Heck, let’s be honest here: every woman is a feminist even if they don’t realise it, because feminism in its basic, basal terms is just about women demanding equality…

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Why does my husband find parenting so easy?

A few months after giving birth I asked my husband how he thought I was doing at this whole motherhood thing. “I always knew you’d be a good mother. You’re good at everything you do, you’re such a perfectionist”. He complimented me. He comforted me. He stroked my ego. But (me being me) I didn’t…

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Why working mother guilt may not be such a bad thing after all…

The guilt, my god the guilt. The confidence and conviction exhibited in first-time mothers about how they will cope/react/adjust when their baby arrives can only be compared to that of a 16-year-old teenager and their approach to, well, just about everything. They pretty much know it all, okay? They’ve read the books. They’ve watched the…

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The Yellow Wallpaper

Prompted by the recommendation of a friend of mine I re-read The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman. I first read the short story while studying feminist literature at university. In a TLDR snapshot, the story was written in 1892 and is a first person account by a new mother detailing her own what would now…

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A very bad week…

I haven’t had a chance to write anything for a while now primarily because I’ve been so fucking tired. And, also, because there’s no time to do anything other than baby stuff. I’m not complaining about that believe me. I’m just saying; the idea of being able to do things that are not baby related…

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Accepting my pregnant body after battling an eating disorder…

I was terrified of gaining weight during my pregnancy. I wrote about my fears here. For a long time, as long as I can possibly remember, I was my body’s worst enemy. I hated the way I looked – the soft folds of my tummy, my thick thighs and my jiggly arms. I itched to…

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Finding out…

A word of warning; nothing can prepare you. My husband and I weren’t actively trying for a baby, but on the flip side we weren’t actively trying not to conceive. Things were OK in our lives and we had thought, ‘Hey, if it happens, it happens’. Well, it happened. I knew I was pregnant before…

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