All long pregnancies must come to an end. Meet baby Benjamin.
39 weeks is boring. Not to put too fine a point on it. This week I have been mostly guessing, second guessing, and triple guessing my body checking for signs of impending labour, and getting my gender warrior undies in a bundle over a smart blue pram.
After a month spent experiencing horrible writers’ block I forced myself to look at how I write, the inspiration for my stories, and came up with a simple plan for getting unblocked.
As a woman, is it un-feminist to change your name after marriage? Speaking as someone who didn’t change her name I wholeheartedly believe that no, it isn’t!
I’ll be 38 weeks pregnant, or full term this week, and I’m feeling a bit like a marathon runner whose legs have gone to jelly in sight of the finish line!
I’m returning to my maker creator roots today by sharing the things I’ve been making for Baby Stitch. Including blankets, muslins, and crochet bunnies…
How one small change to my business card hides some pretty big battles with imposter syndrome, and how I started to own my career as a writer
So the third trimester has arrived out of nowhere. OK, not nowhere exactly, but suddenly I’m almost 33 weeks pregnant, and somehow this came as a surprise.