Now as a mother of two, I can appreciate how utterly under-prepared I was as I began this crazy journey. I certainly don't claim to have all the answers (not even close) but I'd like to offer a helping hand, for what it is worth, to anyone else waddling uncomfortably down the path to motherhood.
If you are in my situation, with multiple children (all young and needy) and no family help or excess cash to pay for it, then you might feel the same as I do when told that you can 'have it all'. The career, the family, the success, the glory.
Traditionally, it has been the mother who has given up a career to look after a child. But times are changing. As a consequence of more and more women having babies later in their lives, women are spending more time forging established careers, just like men have always done. At least that's what I'm experiencing in my neck of the woods.
Why, despite experience and common sense and despite what women themselves say, is there this absolute continued blind faith among so many people that a significant number of women revel in the excuse of breastfeeding to expose themselves in public?
High cortisol levels can create a partial shutdown of our immune system, making us more vulnerable to threats of illness, it can cause intense hunger and insane cravings, and it can add stubborn fat to our abdomen.
What has happened in Paris and in Beirut recently is a very shocking and terrible thing and how you talk to your children about it will vary a lot depending on the age of your children and their temperament and your own values. While everyone will be appalled by what has happened there may be different aspects of it that you would want to highlight to your children.
We are fostering again. Our home is filled with the sounds of children playing. Umpteen pairs of little shoes and wellies are piled around the front door, coats and jumpers are draped over stairs and chairs. There are toys in every room. Our foster children come in twos and threes, and sometimes it feels like being hit by a tornado.
My bump didn't carry a sign announcing my baby's probable fate to the world. I was still subjected to the usual barrage of questions and comments from well-meaning strangers. Strangers who were blissfully unaware of how hurtful their musings on and queries about my pregnancy were.
My own children are pretty close in age and in rooms right next to each other. If daddy is working late, I often do bedtime by myself and so have developed our own 'natural flow' that works well for us as a family. Hopefully, with my tips, you'll soon find your sleep routine is flowing more smoothly for your young family too!
We clearly want men to avoid the trap of becoming like Darth Vader, nor do we need them to strive to be Superman. I think men need to give themselves a break about being dad, find some middle ground and if their hearts are full of love for their family they will be good enough.
This trend is likely to prompt a shift in emphasis away from the traditional curriculum vitae (CV), with employers focusing far less on where you studied, and much more on what you did while you were there. And many schools are already in a great position to be able to respond to this.
We've all heard those awful, painful stories of birth, of big babies and bulging bottoms, but does it really have to be like that? Programmes like One Born Every Minute might like you to think so, and those horror stories from your step-mother's best friend serve to only continue what has become in our culture The Thrill Surrounding The Fear of Birth.
One thing we can learn from our European sisters is that a family society is a welcoming society. Alcohol isn't a big deal, it's on tables from a young age and children are always out with their families, no matter what time of day it is. The family is the unit, the centre of society. And that is something we are so desperately missing.
You may have seen my last takeover of Mummy's writing, anyway, I'm back. She's busy on her phone pretending to work when really I know she's on facebook, looking up people she used to know but didn't like well enough to stay proper friends with. Mothers are funny like that. If I don't like someone I just throw a plastic brick at them. Or bite them. I like to be clear.
You may be surprised to know that even though I'm a mother, I couldn't agree more wholeheartedly with you. Being accompanied by children when you're trying to have some adult time and enjoy a good meal and a fine glass of wine is hell. Particularly when those children are your own.
As a 27-year-old, children don't feature very heavily in my life - none of my friendship group have children (they are barely able to look after themselves) and I'm the oldest sibling, so I have no nieces and nephews to speak of.
I wasted far too much energy and emotion on challenging the situation we face. The inequity of all of it. I looked to the lives of others for examples of what we hoped for; it all looked rosier even though I only saw a partial view of their true lives. Then I decided to stop it.