This week, well I’ve completely failed! Yep at the first hurdle, although I probably didn’t think it through, Molly turned 1 and we celebrated in style. party+cake+more cake+shit load of carbs= complete disaster I set myself up really, it was never going to happen! So 2 days ago I weighed myself at a shameful 12st… Continue reading Week 1 progress
What if I die? What would happen to Molly? Would she remember me? Would my husband and family tell her about me? What would she grow up to be like? Would my husband move on? Would Molly have a new mum? Would she like her? Would she know all the little things Molly likes? What… Continue reading What if…
Molly’s 1st Birthday is just around the corner, which I couldn’t be more excited about. Things have been all a bit doom and gloom for me for 6 months but she is one of the things that I am so proud of, so in love with and being with her, watching her play, just makes… Continue reading Dear Molly…these are some of the things I love about youÂ
The fact I’m thinking about it is a start, even last week I wouldn’t have considered this but as previously posted I’ve lost around 6 stone since having Molly a year ago. Nope I didn’t gain all that weight during pregnancy, I weighed around 13st 3lbs when I fell pregnant and the day I went… Continue reading Is it time to make a change ?Â
So in a previous post I’ve explained how I never thought I would breastfeed, but 11 months on I’m still going. Things with my anxiety and depression have not changed if anything the anxiety is affecting me more and more. To date I’ve been signed off work for 3 months, the good old sertraline have… Continue reading breastfeeding: beginning of the endÂ
Molly’s laughter is one sound that fills me with complete happiness, warmth, love and makes me feel like a kid again. My husband picked her up from the child minders today, and I made a fuss of her as usual. After dinner I stripped her down to her nappy as her dress was covered in… Continue reading The power of laughter
This week I’ve had pretty much the same conversation about my struggles with 2 of my closest friends. These friends are in different friendship groups but both have some things in common; on thing isnworking with children and young people. Friend 1: Youth worker aged 35 Friend 2: secondary school teacher aged 27 Conversation with… Continue reading Two conversations about anxiety
Some of my hardest days are riddled with anxiety and depression , which I find incredibly hard to explain as I don’t understand it at all, but as the last few months I’ve come to realise a lot about my anxiety and PND (Yeah there are good days with a few uneasy moments) but generally… Continue reading Two types of yo yoÂ
I must have been in my third trimester when someone asked me one of the most predictable questions…’Are you going to breastfeed?’ Which I hadn’t give any thought at all, not even thought about formula! But it soon dawned on me that I would have to somehow feed and provide for this tiny human. I… Continue reading My breastfeeding journey…
This is one hell of a long post, and probably quite boring if anyone ever reads it. It’s a good job I’m writing for myself not for followers… It was the worst day ever, literally! The hubster had gone back to work after holidays and my girl was just 5 months old. A day that… Continue reading When you just want to hide….
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