Ask any mummy if they have time to be glam and they will probably honestly answer you no. If they say yes then they officially have a unicorn baby. Or a nanny. Or it takes them 3 tantrums 2 bottles and a nappy change to get glam by which point can you ever feel glam?!…
And we’re off…
As I write this we are all sat, or should I say, smushed into the trusty family Volvo and lost somewhere up the west of Scotland. We are on our first family holiday to Avimore and honestly so far it’s been nothing but stress.. After a 6:30 am alarm I stumbled out of bed and…
The milk train stops here…
It’s been a while since I last posted. Probably about a month… I keep meaning to but, by god, babies are all time consuming. It’s not jut the regular stuff either. It’s the stuff you do with them- the massage classes and the play dates. These are all great but days become consumed in a…
The milk train stops here…
It’s been a while since I last posted. Probably about a month… I keep meaning to but, by god, babies are all time consuming. It’s not jut the regular stuff either. It’s the stuff you do with them- the massage classes and the play dates. These are all great but days become consumed in a…
The elephant in the room.
I’m baby free for a few hours today as I’m having my tooth drilled. I dropped the wee man at his grandparents and off I went for a manic Aldi shop and a sandwich squished into my face in the carpark pre drilling. Post drilling I decided that I deserved a Costa iced frappa-ma-whatsit so…
Baby boy blue.
All has been quiet on the blog front for a while now and as some of you may have guessed the small human I was brewing finally decided to vacate the body and grace us with its presence. Coming a few days early hubby and I proudly welcomed a lovely little (not so little) boy…
Eviction notice has been served.
The time is 8.05 am on a Friday morning as I type this. Most of the world has already drank their morning coffee, munched their toast and grabbed their dinner on the way out the door.. off to work. This should still be me. But it’s not. I’m not saying this to be a smug […]
Surprise surprise!
I have been quiet recently on the blog. Mainly due to utter knackeration and the ironically busy few weeks I’ve had whilst I have been on holiday. But they have been good busy. The kind that make you feel all gooey inside not the busy that makes you want to reach for the wine and…
Jemima Puddleduck goes to a wedding.
I am getting to that stage… you know the one.. where you begin to waddle. With 7 weeks to go my bump is still quite small and neat but things are starting to hurt. I’ve been referred for physio and sleep on 8 pillows at night. When going for a wee 5 times a night I…
Funny tummies and the pissing competition.
I realise as you look at this title you are all likely to think… what the actual hell.. let me explain. No actual pissing is involved. More a reference to the ‘who’s having it worst’ competition myself and dear hubby are having currently. I have been returning to yoga for those who read my prior post…
Downward facing dog.
Over the past week I have decided that when pregnant you will meet 2 types of people. Type 1- the person who makes you feel amazing. ‘You’re how far along?! Wow. Such a good bump’ or ‘Go on, have that pie lass, and a doughnut..’ (this last was my mum only today!) These people understand…
Hey up, Big Foot!
Ahhhh. Pregnancy joys. Whilst there are many- this illusive bloom (that I can only fake thanks to Soap and Glory shimmer bricks) the lovely little bump (which is expanding at a rate of knots) and that lovely feeling of butterflies as they move inside you (which I’ve only just stopped imagining is an alien a…
The Sassy Mummy 