Last week I finally hit my Slimming World target. I say finally, because to be honest, I should have hit it months ago if I’d just put my mind to it. And stopped eating cake. And drinking wine. After giving
New babies mean no sleep, right? Wrong. New babies plus older children mean no sleep. Okay so not many of us ever managed to ‘sleep when the baby sleeps’ with our firstborn, but dammit, I wish I bloody had done.
D-DAY was edging closer and closer, and I soon reached the 36 week ‘they should be fine’ milestone I was praying I’d get to. I was not-so-secretly quite chuffed with my body. Turns out, my boys (I’m fine with that
“Emotional rollercoaster” is such a crap phrase, isn’t it? But it does kind of sum up what you go through during pregnancy. Flying off the handle at your husband one minute, crying at Strictly the next, then being overwhelmed with
I don’t care what people say. Being pregnant is shit. And guess what? Being pregnant with twins is extra shit. Doubly shit in fact. Who’d have thought it, eh? So I’d already had the hideous morning sickness, way worse than