Monthly Archives: February 2011
How to expect what you are not expecting.
Posted on February 25, 2011 34 Comments
There should be alerts. There should be bells and whistles. Sirens and drum beats. At the very least there should be warning signs. There is already? No, i don’t mean, the ‘oh congratulations on your pregnancy’ type slogans ‘Here is what you can and cannot do for the next nine (ten) months’ type pamphlets. […]
True colours (and fishy fingers.)
Posted on February 11, 2011 42 Comments
I am sitting in the Trafford Centre (yes, yes, I am here again!) with the love of my life. He is currently, noisily munching his way through a Harry Ramsdens large cod piece (Seriously fish girl. That joke is not appropriate!) That I had been looking forward to all week. As he is the […]
Monkey see, Monkey Woo.
Posted on February 5, 2011 17 Comments
‘Oh Lexy you must be so proud!!! He is gorgeous, he is absolutely beautiful, don’t you think?’ I am sat on a hospital bed 23 hours post hell on earth. My arse is in tatters, I’m terrified of having a wee and my legs are the size of individual century old oak trees. (Or those […]
