Continuing with the 4 month long run up to my big 3-0 celebrations (previous 30 things), I have complied a list of 30 things that should be known to expectant parents. Maybe there should be some kind of disclosure agreement or something new expectant parents should sign before the big day, in fact these points should be make known to couples even thinking about conceiving a child! It’s all fun and games till the baby pops out, then the real hardshi(t)p begins! Continue reading “30 Things…..that should be made EXPLICITLY clear when having a child”
I can’t get no sleep
I’m going to moan, I’m going to get it out. I just want to sleep. That’s all, sleeeeeep.
I want to sleep for more than 8 hours, for one night. No. I take that back, I want to sleep over 8 hours, every night, for a week. I want to go to bed not because I really should, but because I want to. I want to wake when I feel like it. Not because Jess is shouting Mummay Mummmmmmay Muuuuuuummmmay, forcing me to move from my warm, cozy bed.
I just want sleep. I do.
I came across an interesting news post – Doctors call for pupils to be taught about breastfeeding. I love a good baby, sex, race, gender related post, you know the comments are going to be good for a read. Everyone becomes a master of the topic and they know best. The comments always produce some form of emotion from me, usually anger mixed with a good dose of disbelief. And breastfeeding posts NEVER disappoint.
So, now I’m back from Embo-space
You better sing that title otherwise you’ll ruin my (poor) attempts at song humour
I just got back home
With a frown upon my face
I shouldn’t have gone for 7 days, I shouldn’t have stayed with family
If known for just one second how crazy it would make me!
Think yourself SERIOUSLY lucky I refrained against pulling my camera out to document this wonderful occasion.
I don’t know, ‘strange things are happening to me’ (that’s right! That is from Toy story, do you know why? Because I’ve watched it more times this month than I have since its release). More and more these days I find I’m doing something, I pause and think ‘why don’t I find this weird?’ ‘how long have I been doing this?’ ‘This isn’t right?’. I don’t know if it’s age or the devil child or depression or a mix of everything, but something’s no right.
I’m going to write a post about poo, Jessica’s poo, because, well, this is exactly what I’m talking about, I’m
weirdly proud of Jessica’s poop session last night.