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!