A friend of mine recently asked me if I was sleeping with a wedge. I assume he meant one of those funnily shaped pillows you clamp between your knees in a desperate attempt to get a little more comfortable at night. But as soon as he had uttered the words, my personal little Kopfkino had […]
So what do you do when you feel stuck in your routine, a million ideas buzzing around your head but you are unable to channel your creativity into something productive? Exactly, you grab a batch of clay, form an innocent rabbit and prong it onto a chopstick. Under professional supervision, of course.
You might have read what it says in the little about box to the right. ‘London mum and wannabe illustrator’. It’s a dream, but nothing that should be left untried. And now that little L spends some time at the nursery, the excuses for me not to pick up my pen and draw are running […]
Argh. Argh. Aaargggghhhhh. Can you hear that? With every move I make my rusty bones make a cracking noise, stiffened by snow and the cold, wintery humidity. Even worse: my energy and lust for life seems to have been buried underneath the snow. And now the snow is gone, it’s nowhere to be found.
In the past 6 months, I had about 20 hours completely to myself. 20 hours without responsibility for little L. 20 hours to switch off and think about what I wanted to do with my life. It might not sound much, but I managed to build castles in the air during those 20 hours. Once […]
Welcome to week #42. My pregnancy will be officially considered post term as of tomorrow, which is why I am booked in for the ‘Post Dates Clinic’. And I am getting very tense about it. Only reading about the tests they usually run makes me feel sick and scared stiff. To add insult to injury, the online pregnancy calendar I have been following sends me congratulations on my newborn baby.
don’t know what is more unnerving – the fact that little L has missed her due date and that every passing day brings me closer to the whole drip-epidural-induction-nightmare; or people that keep on calling, texting and commenting on the fact that my belly is still occupied territory.
Last night – just as almost every night since little L started visibly moving in my belly – I was taking turns with Big M in tickling her right foot and rubbing her tiny back through my skin…
What is it with the NHS and midwife shortage in this country? How come they abandon you when you could need a little advice and hold you in their tight grip when you just want some peace and quiet?
When I think of legendary, this particular time I had with A in London springs into my mind. Nights that started somewhere in Sketch, Aura or Pangea and ended with a trip to Maroush. The tahini sauce trail on your dress as a reminder where you have been the night before. Walking home in a mild summer night. And […]