I started to feel like that about a lot of my friendships, from very early on in my pregnancy, and once my first baby arrived, it became clear that maintaining certain friendships was going to be harder than climbing Kilimajaro in heels. But it was a struggle of emotions- these were friendships I'd had for 20 years- I'd been friends with these people for longer than I hadn't been.

I have played with my little sister loads, sharing my toys with her once I've finished with them and deciding of my own accord (like a big girl) that it's time to swap, before facilitating the change over swiftly and effectively.

How to do this, however, is another question. Fair to say I'm no expert: some days it feels like I'm winging this parenting thing. But, I do have some thoughts about how I might be able to help her self-esteem to grow.

There are days when parenthood is an all-consuming collection of constant stimuli of all the senses. While there are days where it can be overwhelming as I go on this rollercoaster through the sensory overload and enjoyment, (yes, this is strangely enjoyable) I wouldn't change it for the world.

Pregnancy is the wrecking ball that obliterates both the internal structures of a woman and the foundations of both of our dignity. I started this blog with a view to being intolerably honest, and I feel I've not done this ethos justice if I skip this part.

I'm 46 soon and would obviously cope without my dad, not through choice, but it did make me think about how Rockstar would cope without me or his daddy. As I get older I worry about it daily, he's only 2 years old.

It was no surprise to me that perinatal mental health featured highly on the night. 2016 has been an incredible year for coverage, and postpartum psychosis was the most highly covered condition across the awards - attributed to the Eastenders storyline early this year.

A report by the World Breastfeeding Trends Initiative has called on the government to introduce legislation to allow reasonable breastfeeding breaks and ensure suitable facilities for breastfeeding or expressing in the workplace.

Unless you've been underneath an Instagram rock lately you would have seen the ever growing group of females, mostly all Mum's, taking over your feed and flooding you with their Kick-Ass vlogs, blogs and books. And, it certainly is impressive.

Looking back, I wish I had known these things to help make me feel "normal" instead of having people tell me to stop and give up because I wasn't giving my baby what he needed when in fact he put on lots of weight very quickly and is a healthy and happy baby!

I am my dad. I am him dancing at a Caravan Club get together in 1997 swinging my hips and arms side to side to the Bee Gees. It has happened. The dad dance has arrived. I am no longer in control of my limbs.

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We trip ourselves up all the time with the idea of role models precisely because we encourage young people to be more like someone else and not themselves. There are lots of troubling issues with this over-simplification of social development. Not least when our chosen role models do something we deem to be out of character or, even worse, morally reprehensible.

My cajoling didn't work with my son, but losing my temper made the situation a million times worse. What did I expect? My son could not see I was upset or angry and stop and rationalise his fears about school, he was far too agitated himself.

Women feel far too much pressure to lose weight quickly after pregnancy and this is actually a time to enjoy a new baby and rejoice in a new adventure. Receiving comments on a daily basis about physical appearance is quite possibly feeding the need to be slim quickly after birth

Christmas ads are in full swing on TV, the Quality Streets are on offer in Sainsbury's and the kids are already counting down the sleeps until the big day. Like it or not, iiiiitttt'ssss CHRIIIIISTMAS!!!!!

In all your beautiful newness, your freshness tangible, I feel daunted by the task ahead. As I look upon your face, your eyelids flickering uncertainly, I realise that there is so much you need to learn. Lying in my arms, so helpless and fragile, I promise to be your guide upon the journey to becoming you. And I think: there are so many things that I must teach you.

So alongside my wondering if I can include my new skills of being able to breastfeed whilst changing a pooey bum and being able to pick up teeny tiny pieces of plastic crap faster than the speed of light onto my "updated" CV, I've also had to draft a cover letter for said "updated" CV.

My second baby reaches the 8-week mark this week and I can't believe how much faster it's gone this time round. Although I feel a bit guilty saying this, I'm enjoying having a baby so much more this time round.