That’s it – I’m coming home. Tomorrow will be the day to pack bags, desand beach toys and finish off the three last lonely ice cream cones that linger in the back of the freezer (fear not, I’ve got two very eager helpers readily at hand). It feels as if we’ve been away forever, and […]
A while back, I have been asked to join a small team of writers for the new Babycentre.co.uk blog. The blog went live this week, and I am chuffed to be part of this. So, in case you just can’t get enough of Metropolitan Mum, you can now also find me here.
I am trying to compare this pregnancy with the first one and am surprised how hard I find remembering the details. I can only hope that all things baby stuff will come back to me much more naturally. Alternatively, I am going to be in for another shock of nuclear catastrophe sized proportions.
I am thirty-six today. I am the happiest I have ever been – truly ‘bien dans ma peau’.
Now. How am I going to break the news to Big M that I won’t go back unless the weather changes?
Yikes, I can’t believe I am well into my 29th week already. Where did the time go? It feels as if the magical blue line on that stick only appeared a few days ago; yet I am supposed to hold a newborn baby in my arms in ten weeks time. I remember people asking me […]
Earlier this year in June, a practitioner at a hospital in Germany had been prosecuted when complications occurred soon after the circumcision of a four-year-old Muslim boy. The German court ruled that circumcisions without any medical necessity were to be classified as bodily harm, and as such illegal. The doctor in question was later cleared, […]
Risking to bore you to death: St Tropez is still great and still beautiful. Whilst Big M had to go back to London to work this week, my friend E has come down from Paris to join us. It’s oestrogens galore with E, little L, me and the baby girl bump.
We’ve arrived. After two days of driving, a sleepless night in a motel and being hit by tennis ball sized hail, we have arrived in St Tropez. I am trying not to think of the newly acquired dents that adorn our car now, but to focus on one thing: relaxation. The bump has been awfully […]
I had an amusing little email exchange with Krystal recently, sending Youtube links to cheesy-chavvy St Tropez songs back and forth. If you should wonder what I’ll be up to during the next four weeks to come, be assured it’ll look nothing like this: So bad, it’s almost good.