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Diary of a Crazy Pregnant Lady – Weeks 37 and 38.

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I must preface this instalment by mentioning that we have recently experienced a death in the family. A very unexpected death, and it has left our whole family shattered and stunned. It is not remotely my story to tell, so I will say no more on the subject, however I do want you to know that as I write these words, my heart is breaking over and over. And because of this, this piece will not be as joyous as my usual posts and for that I am sorry. I hope you can forgive me… xox (more…)

Diary of a Crazy Pregnant Lady – Weeks 34 to 36

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Pregnant Lady Alert! Pregnant Lady Alert! Tummy that has stretched beyond what is humanly possibly for 34 freaking weeks alert! I say this every freaking time I know but 34 weeks? THIRTY FOUR FREAKING WEEKS? But…but that means that I have just 6 weeks to go? Its saaaaaaah crazy! Who made time speed up like this? Who took away the in-between? What is going on? (more…)

A Letter To My Two Year Old

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To my son, It has been a long time since I last wrote you a letter my little love. However it was your second birthday last week and I felt that old familiar itch to pick up the keyboard and talk to you again. To tell you all about the world, and also to tell you all about, well…you. (more…)

The Time I was Blind On A Cheese Date

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Today I would like to tell you a story about a lovely little date that I went on recently. A date with my gorgeous, hairy and very tall husband. Yep, you heard me. A date. That’s right!!! For one magical day, Mummy and Daddy got to actually leave the house without our mini human in tow, and not only that, but WE GOT TO GO ON A REAL GROWN UP PERSONS DATE WITH CHEESE AND WINE AND GROWN UP GROWN-UPPY-NESS, AND CLOTHES THAT WERE GUARANTEED TO STILL BE CLEAN AT THE END OF THE MEAL! (more…)

Grandma Jean’s Delicious Potato Salad

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I love a good potato salad. I love how, when it is made perfectly with love, can make you feel so deliciously comforted with every single moreish mouthful. Now, the recipe for this particular salad was inspired by my beautiful late Grandmother Jean, who I remember used to make a version of this salad. She sadly passed away around twelve years ago now, and yet every time I make this yummy scrummy potato salad I am reminded of her. (more…)

The wait was over…

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This post is the final post in an extraordinary four post series which outlines our beautiful guest writer Nicole’s IVF journey. If you haven’t read the first three emotive posts, then you can do so here, here and here. We hope that you have enjoyed reading Nicole’s story as much as we have, and we truly hope that her story can give you some hope and help on your own journey. The wait was nearly over. This nightmare would be coming to an end soon. I could feel it. (more…)

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Instagram post 2339972204082471795_2224857444 * STOP PUNCHING ME IN THE FACE PLEASE * . This kid. Oh my fruit looping gawd. I have a hitter on my hands. 🤦🏻‍♀️ . Yep, now that she is two and a half she has grown wildly whacky... And by “whacky”, I mean that she loves waving her arms about when she is feeling rage and punching me square in my mum-shaped face. 👊🏻 . Sigh, I shouldn’t label her. I really shouldn’t. Because it doesn’t happen all the time... But when she is feeling those huge AF feelings, those tiny fists fly and I am the one that cops it. In the actual chin. 🤭 #IGuessImHerSafePlace . Sometimes when she is like that I just hold her until SHE calms down (channeling my inner @chrissiechaostocalm), sometimes I have to just put her down and walk away until I can calm down MYSELF, and sometimes (I’m sorry to admit), I totally howl at her with rage... Which always makes me feel such mum-guilt afterwards. 😭 . But no matter what, when we are back to feeling “normal” again afterwards, I always sit with her and hold her, reassure her of how much I love her, and I always explain why she can’t hit me and how it makes me feel when she does. 😔 . I’m not gonna lie, it can be bloody hard to take sometimes, but she is such a sweet, kind and loving human generally and these outbursts do not reflect who she is. . Let’s just hope she is more love-y and less punchy tomorrow. . Who has had the occasional little hitter on their hands? How do you deal with it? Please share below ❤️
Instagram post 2336201765505873665_2224857444 * HOW DARE YOU?!! * Today The Hairy Husband was so mad at our son for being a turd-burger #AnnoyinglyTrueStory that he banned him from watching TV for the ENTIRETY of next week. 📺 Mind you, this came on the back of ANOTHER punishment last night where my son was grounded for the next week, like a 15 year old sassy pants, ALSO for being a total ratbag. 🤭 #HeIsTurningUsIntoRageMachines My son cried. And I WANTED to cry. “What is the meaning of this?” I whispered to my husband through gritted teeth whilst our son wandered through the house, wailing about how unfair life was. “Don’t you know you are actually PUNISHING ME with this no TV business?!” I asked. The husband looked at me blank faced. He didn’t get it. At all. “How am I supposed to use the TV to entertain my kids when I am so tired I can barely wipe my own arse let alone theirs?!” I growled. “Now he is going to be even worse tomorrow when you’re not home, you know that right?!” 🤦🏻‍♀️ He, like the stony faced non-giver-in-er he is, didn’t care about my plight AT ALL. “It’s for his benefit” he whispered back. “So he can learn how to stop being a total shit-nose”. I rolled my eyes in response. It was all I could do. Great, I thought. Now all of our lives are ruined for the week. Sigh. And so the TV-less week begins. FML. Wish me luck. 🤭🧟‍♀️😭 Have you had to ban the TV from your house to try and turn your kids back into nice people again? And did it actually work? Share below xx
Instagram post 2335642469915368406_2224857444 * COZ ITS BAD BOYS FOR LIFE * The face you make when you find out that you and your bestie are enrolled in the same primary school. ☝🏻❤️🙌🏻 #badboysforlife #WatchOutGradePrepHereTheyCome So, we enrolled our son to his future school last week. His “home away from home” for the next 7 years. We paid the deposit. We got the free t-shirt (seriously). And I may or may not have cried a little bit. #UglyCriedInFact It’s such a strange feeling- that it’s finally happening. That school is beginning. And that they are growing up and away from us. I don’t know how I feel about it actually. Excited that he is starting his new chapter. Excited that he is turning into an independent and clever little human. Sad that he will no longer need us. Sad that there will be a huge part of his life that we will not even remotely be a part of. And if I feel like this now, imagine what a blithering mess I’ll be when school actually starts next year... *Sigh*. But grow up he must. And let go I must. That’s what parenting is about right? Ill just hold him a little bit longer until school starts if you don’t mind. Or until he learns how to swear at me in multiple languages. Whatever comes first. 😳 How did you feel in the leadup to your little one starting school? Share below xx
Instagram post 2334909252719409355_2224857444 * PUT THAT SHIT DOWN ! * Oh my fucking gawd. What is it about kids and picking random shit up left in creepy parks by strangers? 🤷🏻‍♀️ So, sometimes after a long day at Kinder we go to the park next door with The Boy’s favourite little Kinder friends. Lucky for me, one of his bestie’s has a PE teacher for a dad so he chases them around the park while I stand there and laugh about how I don’t have to do a single thing to help because he has the energy of 4000 people and I have the energy of a half kicked cat. #truestory💯 Once the kids have exhausted themselves (or more accurately, PE dad has worn them the frick down) they sit down and dig. And I’m cool with that, because I’m such a cool mum. #saysme I don’t care if they get dirt on their clothes. Or if it gets under their nails. I just want them to be free and explore life like all kids should. Right? But they always find something bloody gross when they dig. Like a half eaten sandwich. Dribbly-licked cigarette butts. Vom. Or a gawd knows how old Up-And-Go drink, that one of our tiny friends may or may not have drunk even though it wasn’t theirs and it had been sitting there for heck-knows-how-long 🤢 #HupGonnaSpew🤢 It takes every inch of me not to scream “Drop that filthy thing before you get rabies!” every time, so I don’t blow my cool mum cover... But it’s so funny. What I find gross... to those kids, it’s like finding treasure. Bloody disgusting treasure, but treasure all the same. Weirdo’s. And although I still hope they don’t get rabies, I love that they find excitement in the smallest things ❤️ Do your kids find excitement in gross things like mine? ❤️❤️
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