It all went a bit wrong to be honest. I didn't get the Birthing Centre in the New Forest, the water birth, the relaxing calm environment. It’s as if someone looked at my birth ‘plan’ and went “psych!” but I’ll get to that bit later. (Don’t worry, no gory details provided.)
Please, don’t judge the name. No, hypnosis is not involved.
The Waiting Game.
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!”
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.
Here’s a tip. Don’t get pregnant in a hot country. Unless of course you’re from a hot country and then by all means go ahead. But I’m not. I’m used to a bit of wind, mostly cold weather and a heck of a lot of rain. Melbourne in December and January don’t exactly tick those… Continue reading First Trimester in Australia
To anyone who knows me they’ll know I’ve always wanted kids. I’m quite a maternal person. At the age of 16 I even decided I’d have my first kid by the time I was 24. I turned 20 and that number quickly got pushed back a couple years, and then another couple and suddenly 28 seemed like a very happy number to me.