Month: August 2017

Living the dream

When the news that I was cooking up a tiny human became common knowledge, lots of people advised me to wave goodbye to a full night’s sleep. ‘Get all the sleep you can now’, they used to say, like you could store it up somehow and…

Parental control. Or lack of.

Before I had Rex, I would, in all honestly, go out of my way to avoid child-friendly places. You probably won’t be surprised to know that I think that kids are actually really quite irritating (I include my own in that statement too. I love my…

Dear boobs, it’s been emotional.

It’s no secret that mine and Rex’s breastfeeding journey has been a difficult one. Rex is now 11-weeks-old and I feel like I can finally think and talk about feeding rationally and logically, without fear of judgement. Because, for some fucked up reason, how you feed…

Farting faux pas

Following on from my morning after pill fiasco, I decided that perhaps a long-term ‘no more babies for now’ plan would be an idea and so decided to have the coil put back in. I could’ve done this a while ago, however, the thought of anyone…

Round two?

Soooo, quite the contrary to the plate post, Eamo and I are slowly getting back into the sexy swing of things now. Don’t worry, I’m not going to go into details. I know you don’t want to hear about the 45-second extravaganza. However, I will say…

The plate

You may be wondering what the hell a plate has to do with having a baby. The answer is absolutely nothing. Unless, of course, you are Eamo and I. We’ve had many a ridiculous heated discussion aka barney since Rex was born but on a scale…

Don’t be a dick

A great rule to live by in all walks of life, but particularly poignant today. Get ready for the rant… So the Oracle runs a mum and baby Crossfit class every week at Crossfit GB. It’s awesome. A place where mums can go do some exercise…