I’m not usually one for resolutions. But for 2018 I decided to focus on a single word, a mantra for 2018. Given how much constant motion and change is just around the corner for me, the word that immediately occurred to me was flux.
Birth rarely goes to according to plan, and mine was no exception. But three months on I am extremely grateful for my “unnatural” birth
Eight weeks of newborn wrangling, and so far so good. The baby is slumbering peacefully (but for how long?) and I feel like telling stories again
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!