This past Sunday, the boyf, the bambino, and I braved it and met up with our National Childbirth Trust (NCT) group for the first time since the summer. For those that need the instant recap: Met a bunch of parents-to-be at antenatal class. The mums started meeting up weekly. At first it was fun but […]

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I remember going into the tube station and cacking myself over a gang of ‘youths’ because I had brushed against one of the girls accidentally and she had chosen to cuss me all the way to the platform. It’s a measure of how scared I was that I didn’t tell her what she could go […]

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I attended my first postnatal group at my surgery yesterday and I must admit to feeling a little trepidation. Before my NCT experience, I would have been excited at the prospect of meeting new people and sharing experiences, but instead I felt wary. If motherhood has taught me anything it’s that it’s not easy being […]

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I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t competitive. I like to overachieve at work, win board games, and I’m still sulking that the boyf has a far bigger brain than I do on Big Brain Academy, an accolade he achieved by taking advantage of my pregnancy befuddled brain. However, when I took up this […]

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