Claire Frances is a Devon based feature writer and author. She has a master of arts in professional writing, a diploma in print journalism & radio, and a qualification in creative writing. Claire has worked as a journalist for both print and online publications.
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This blog is to reassure mums-to-be that everyone is different. That they might not get any or they might get all of the above or just some - and that if they do, it's ok. And if they don't, that's ok too.
Now I am seven months pregnant, it's a very different story. The comments I receive are not the friendly offers of advice I had in the beginning. I still have a neat bump and the rest of my body, apart from my breasts, has stayed the same. But even if it were to change, I trust my body to do what it has to for my baby, and quite frankly, I don't care - as long as my baby is alive and well.
I started bleeding on Christmas Day, not a lot, just a little; small brown stains, just enough to notice. Sharp pains followed, shooting up my tummy. But then they were gone. The day went by, a blur of smiles and anxiety, trying to be normal so not to rouse suspicions from a family who were non-the-wiser
We drove around for hours, tears rolled down our cheeks, crying together; for you, for us, for what we had and what could have been. We pulled up on the moors and watched the burnt red and orange sunset; like a poppy painted into the sky until it disappeared. We could feel you with us.
Accept what's happened. Our babies weren't meant to live on this earth. They came for a little while and then they had to leave. Accepting that your baby has passed is one of strongest things you will ever do. It allows you space to breath, to move forwards and to cherish what you did have, while you had it.
In life we have a choice; a choice to create the life we want. All too often we walk someone else's road and wonder why we get lost, why we keep going around and around the same roundabout. When all along our road is right there, running parallel to us, waiting for us to hop on for the ride of our lives. For a very long time, I struggled. But now I see; the only person in my way was me.
Following your dreams is important. But never giving up on them is what makes them happen. This was very much the case for UK singer, songwriter, Jamie Lawson, who is the first artist to be signed by Ed Sheeran's new record label, Gingerbread Man. Here he shares how success is doing what you love.
Anyone getting married knows that there is a certain amount of planning you just can't sidestep. No matter how big, or small, your wedding is going to be, you cannot avoid involving people, offending people or worrying about people.
If you haven't already heard, there's a new pick-me-up in town and it's called, IV League - a concoction of iron, minerals, anti-oxidants, zinc, and water soluble vitamins that get injected, yes that's right, <em>injected</em>, via a 'designer' drip to magic away your hangover, boost your energy, and oh yes, miraculously anti-age you too.
I truly believe if I'd listened to my own negativity, and if I'd not gone to see the agent, I'd never have got past the first interview stage. Instead, I decided to believe in my ability and as a result I got down to the final two - out of <em>hundreds</em> of applicants.
I have a true love hate relationship with Facebook. I certainly don't put my private details up there, and I'm very selective with what pictures I share. But yesterday's turn of events really got me thinking, and I found myself asking the same old questions - why do we feel the need to share stuff on there? Why do we do it so publicly?