Month: November 2017

Hey Mum! Your boobs look like feet.

As I made my way to group earlier, I was filled with a weird kind of sadness and fear. Today marked the last session in our 12-week course and, knowing I no longer have that support booked in every week feels a bit like I’ve had…

Rex’s first food: soggy grey porridge fingers

As I write this, Rex is properly eyeballing my toast. This is not the first time I’ve witnessed my son watch my food’s every move in the past week. So Eamo and I decided it was time to start thinking about introducing solid food to his…

Bodily Functions R Us.

After a shitty couple of days dealing with a miserable, teething little boy, I woke on Saturday feeling really rather chipper (new favourite word). That morning I was going to meetĀ Lottie, have an hour at the gym and then go for food, baby-free. Yes, I was…

The bog of eternal stench

  I’m finding that one of the worst things about depression is what a sneaky fucker it is. Just when I think I’m starting to do ok, the smallest, most insignificant-in-the-grand-scheme of things can happen and I fall right back into the bog of eternal stench…

Rekindling romance. Or not.

Last Sunday night, Eamo decided it would be a good idea to get the log burner going. I think he had, let’s call it romance on his mind and thought a lovely fire would set the mood. I can see his thinking, I do love the…

Postpartum queefing

  I’ve mentioned this before, but I’ve always been a, let’s say, windy person. Yep, my mum and sister will absolutely vouch for old trumpy bum over here. This was accentuated when I was pregnant, but much like everything else when I was up the duff,…

Really fucking annoying questions

Why is it, when you have a baby, everyone is in such a fucking rush for them to get to the next ‘step’? And at each step there’s a really fucking annoying, almost judgemental question that goes with it? Is he smiling, laughing, teething, rolling, crawling,…