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 you
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 ?
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 end
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