Motherhood

  • 100 Years Pregnant

    I love being pregnant. I love the way it looks, I love the way it feels. I love it. Love it. Love it. But. I do feel like I’ve run a marathon and a half. At the end of the… Continue reading

  • False Labour And Celebratory Chocolate

    I’ve just eaten some celebratory chocolate. This chocolate (and as you all know, I’m quite partial to a piece or four on any regular day) was very much celebrated if only for the fact that it meant I was home… Continue reading

  • Waiting For Baby

    It’s a beautiful time, for me. I’m seven weeks away from meeting my sweet little baby number three, and nesting has well and truly begun. Life has been busy and forceful, if I look at it carefully and agree with… Continue reading

  • I’m Here

    I’m here, at the moment. I’m not lost in some dream. I’m not missing the things or people I don’t have. I’m just here. I’m tired, feeling the heaviness of my eyes. I’m growing new life, feeling baby stretch within… Continue reading

  • Fertility: A Mother’s Story

    My fertility story is really quite extraordinary, when I think of all the ups and downs I’ve faced on the road from then to now. It’s time for me to share the whole story. To those of you who are… Continue reading

  • Octopus Mum

    I just fell in love with an octopus. It was an octopus mum, to be specific, a mum just like me. And my mum, and yours, and his mum and hers. I wouldn’t say it was the octopus herself I… Continue reading

  • Creative, Loving,Life

    I’m very aware of the rich soil of this place. How I am peeking through the soft earth, unravelling beautifully. How I am fully becoming myself. Over these past few weeks, I’ve been allowing myself to be as I am,… Continue reading

  • Changing Seasons, Finding Home

    We had small children. Three and six years old: button noses, tiny hands. When my husband and I separated, we needed to because that was the next and only step we knew how to take. We’d forgotten how to breathe… Continue reading

  • A Beautiful Mess

    This messy home, an incorrectness: something broken needing to be fixed. The wars we rage inside ourselves just to keep control, to maintain clean, to maintain ‘right.’ It is a mistake of the eyes and the heart not to see… Continue reading

  • Super Mum

    She hides in the bathroom and cries. She places her palms over her ears and breathes into her belly. ‘Don’t wish it away. Such a precious age,’ she’s heard it a million times. She smiles politely. Tells them, silently, they’ve… Continue reading