Life, Momma Life

Christmas Eve Traditions

  In 2015 after six years, D and I finally had our first Christmas together and I was all ready to begin our own Christmas Traditions. I bugged him for days about buying a Christmas tree at the start of December, then made him traipse down aisle after aisle looking at decorations, choosing what colour… Continue reading Christmas Eve Traditions

Momma Life

Shit Days

  Parenthood and shit days go hand in hand, and if you thought any different then sorry but this is your wake up call. Unless of course you're one of those annoying stepford-wife-robots and are completely in denial of how utterly shit your spawn can be at times. Sorry, but I'm not buying it when… Continue reading Shit Days

Momma Life

Bed-Sharing With My Baby

Why I do it and how it doesn't make me a bad mother. There is so much speculation around this topic, my own mother has even had a comment or two on it. In a nutshell, my daughter sleeps in the bed with us. And you know what? It works. We like it. We all sleep better and I'm about to blow you away with some cold hard facts.

Life

The Addams Family Musical

I had my eye on this for months but due to my impending due-date I was cautious not to buy tickets, just in case. Thankfully the little bub decided not to arrive early and on the Saturday we bought tickets for the matinée the following Sunday, in Southampton’s Mayflower Theatre. The tickets are reasonably priced… Continue reading The Addams Family Musical

Pregnancy

“We can’t afford it!”

I’ll admit getting pregnant half way through the last year of my masters wasn’t exactly the plan. I had ideas of getting my foot in the door of the career I want and put all those hospitality and admin jobs behind me. But alas here we are and with those jobs come the dismal pay.… Continue reading “We can’t afford it!”

Pregnancy

Do I Look Pregnant or Just Fat?

I’ve always had body insecurities – who hasn’t? While at school the majority of my friends were naturally skinny and I went through that stage of trying everything I could to be just like them. Turns out, I’m just not built that way and it took me a long time to actually (sort of) accept that. Then all of a sudden my body doesn’t belong to me anymore, it belongs to the baby it’s trying to grow.