With just over 8 weeks until the due date I am seriously excited about welcoming this little baby into our family! Third time around I have shopped smart. Investing in quality pieces that will get maximum use as opposed to the vast quantities I have bought in the past that were given to charity still with the labels on!
Making a teeny-tiny human is the greatest thing your brother/sister ever did. They didn't do it for you, obviously. But sometimes, in a perfect moment with your niece/nephew on your lap, it feels like maybe they kind-of did.When my nephew, Charlie, puts his little hand in mine, the whole world makes sense. His existence is joy.
You didn't think anything could match the shame and despair you felt when diagnosed with PND for the first time. It's only now facing the prospect that it has returned, that you realise the one thing worse than that first diagnosis is facing up to the realisation that despite your best efforts it has somehow managed to creep back into your life for a second time.
As if there is not enough pigeon holing of us mums already, as we endure fellow mums, relatives, friends and the old woman down the street trying to shoe horn us into a motherhood "type". We now have the latest stereotyping on the mum block that is "Momstrology". Yes you read right ladies. "Momstrology".
While following news on the royal birth, I started to think about the mothers whom I have met in the developing world. Every mother I've met has shared stories: happy stories of joyful babies, tough stories of having little to eat while pregnant or walking for miles to reach a hospital while in labour.