The hospital dash

It’s the strangest thing knowing that something so huge is on the horizon…  and yet not knowing when.  Much to the husband’s relief my hospital bag is finally packed, save the going home outfit which proves to be somewhat elusive – online searches reveal that something loose and comfortable will be best and yet I can’t get images of Kate…
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Last minute mama

If you know me at all you know I am not the most organised girl in the world…  but I have been getting my last minute mama on with a little help from Collectplus (picking up deliveries at 9.30pm on a Sunday evening from the shop round the corner – now that’s more my style!). Head over here to see the…
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Eight months

Hey little one…  I’m not sure there’s any space for you to grow any bigger. My belly is tight like a drum and someone is playing that drum day and night from the inside, with gusto.  I get feet in my ribs and my belly button looks like it could just pop right off – in fact I’m pretty sure this…
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Seven months

Time is like a steam train right now…  (or maybe galloping horses – the midwife tells us that a baby steam train heartbeat is a boy and a baby galloping horses heartbeat is a girl). I look back at that six month baby bump, which seemed so large there and then, and now in just one short month it’s transformed…
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Bedtime rituals

In this house we are all about bedtime.  As soon as dinner’s done the pyjamas are on (ok, sometimes before dinner).  I remember when bedtime was something you went out of your way to avoid but as grown up life takes over bedtime, or rather the time you get to bed becomes less reliable, anything before midnight is a high…
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