All posts tagged: mum

Papa Frost

Let’s say you are in your mid to late 30s and Mr. Right is way out of sight. Let’s also say you had a very strong desire for a baby, but the idea of a partner to share this with seems far-fetched. Your biological clock is ticking mercilessly. What would be the Plan B? Is […]

Occupation: Mum

Surname, first name, address. Post code, telephone, occupation. Occupation? The worst bit of my recent and otherwise lovely course at St Martins was filling in an A4 form. Or this one little box, to be precise. Occupation. Occupation. Occupation. No matter from which angle I looked at the black little line behind the trigger, the […]

Happy Mothering Sunday!

Sunday lie-in, breakfast with prosecco, a lovely card and a white azalea. Don’t you love Mothering Sunday? I remember how disappointed I was last year that I just about didn’t make it. Little L was scheduled to pop out any second around this date. If someone had told me that I had to continue waiting […]

Small steps

The cold morning air is streaming through the sunroof as you drive down Highbury Grove. You switch the iPod from The Night Garden to Diana Krall and turn the volume up. There is a parking spot about a mile from your house, but you don’t mind and take a detour to pop in the newsagent. […]

A bit of mummy wisdom – part I

I recently came across the blog of Alice, a 24 year old London mum-to-be. Reading through her entire blog, I was taken back to my own pregnancy. Her worries about the baby not being there any more (stop testing, Alice!), her battle with tiredness and the effect a great dose of hormones can have on […]

2009 – the highlights

The ever so fabulous Mothership asked me for my highlights of 2009. I was pondering a few days about what 2009 had in store for me, and I came up with just one highlight. I BECAME A MUM! Becoming a mother has been such a life-changing event; ‘highlight’ does not quite cover the ups (or […]

A better mum

11 weeks into motherhood and of course, I am moaning about sleep deprivation, weepiness and weight gain. Sometimes I am not even sure if I would have embarked on this adventure, if I had known how much our lives would change. But then I look into those bright blue eyes and sink my nose into the creases on her neck and know: this is all I ever wanted. And more.

Cry-baby’s weepy week

Finally, I am not only allowed to drive again, I also feel capable of doing so for the first time in 10 weeks. In addition to the constant headache, sleep deprivation gives me the feeling of having a major hangover – without having had the fun of getting insanely wasted the night before. I don’t know if I am actually feeling better, or if I am just getting used to feeling spaced out all the time. What I definitely won’t get used to is being constantly weepy. It’s pathetic, really. There is not a single day where I won’t shed a few tears.