Week Thirty Nine: The Birth Story
Ha! You wish. Sorry chaps and chapesses, if you want the birth story (plus a tonne of other hilarious stuff) you’re going to have to buy my book. I feel […]
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Win a signed copy of ‘Goodbye, Pert Breasts’!
You never know, it might be worth something one day… The lovely Becky at Book Reviews For Mums has written one of the best reviews I’ve ever read of ‘Goodbye, […]
The Story So Far…
So, you may have gathered through my incessant Tweeting and Facebook pimping that ‘Goodbye, Pert Breasts’ is out now as a book, packed full of hilarious observations on pregnancy and […]
Week Thirty Seven: Not that I ever massage children, mind you…
Mental note: apparently, “Sucks to be you” is not an acceptable response after your mrs grumbles about how uncomfortable she is. You may feel I’m being harsh, and I probably […]
Week Thirty Six: Houston, we are engaged and ready for launch
This week began by a trip to the hospital. Jess’ hands and feet had swelled so much her toes looked like they warranted their own biceps, and as well as […]
Week Thirty Four: If you ask me that question one more time…
“So how long have you got left?” “Are you sure there’s not two in there? They hide behind each other on scans, you know.” (Upon hearing the response to the […]
Week Thirty Three: I’ll fetch the oil
Jess had a midwife appointment this week, in which – after much very painful looking pinching and groping – the midwife told her that our baby had got his act […]
Week Thirty Two: “He just slipped out…honest.”
This week we attended an antenatal home birth class down at some Quaker centre in the local town. Jess had concerns about being the largest pregnant woman there, and rightly […]
Week Thirty One: Break out the earplugs, it’s going to get loud
I made the mistake the other day of watching a television programme in which they showed childbirth, and now I’m freaking out. Well – I’m quite a laid back person, […]
Week Twenty Nine: All she needs now are the tiny little arms
You know when you’re sat on the loo after a particularly challenging steak the night before, and you know it’s going to be a big one, yet you also know […]
