All posts filed under: Pregnancy

The 3mm baby

I just came back from a scan at the Early Pregnancy Assessment Unit. And it’s all good! There’s a tiny little embryo (three millimetre, to be exact) with an even tinier little heart, happily pumping away. It’s where it supposed to be, i.e. not attached to the caesarean scar or attached to one of the […]

Bottom al fresco

There is something unmistakably humiliating about NHS nighties – even worse so when you find yourself alone at A&E, trying to tie up the strings across the back, only to discover that half of them are missing. In a desperate attempt to maintain a bit of dignity, you wrap the tent-sized gown around yourself and […]

Nauseous

There are two possible explanations for my recent feeling of queasiness. A) That fish and chips really was a bit dodgy. B) I am pregnant. Yah, yah, you’ve read that right. She-of-the-lacking-broodiness is trying for a baby. Although the term ‘trying’ might be a bit misleading. I find the whole calculating of ‘good days’ rather […]

To breed or not to breed

Some time ago, I wrote a post about how, with the birth of my first and so far only child, any broodiness had left this weary body of mine completely. And despite about a million people telling me so, the longing, yearning, all-consuming desire to reproduce has not set back in. There is, however, a […]

The end of broodiness

Already as a child I was sure about wanting to become a mother one day. I always had a very distinct wish to become pregnant, give birth, care and love for the fruit of my loins. Even if that would have meant sleeping with my gay best friend or buying some Papa Frost sperm. Aged […]

Happy Mothering Sunday!

Sunday lie-in, breakfast with prosecco, a lovely card and a white azalea. Don’t you love Mothering Sunday? I remember how disappointed I was last year that I just about didn’t make it. Little L was scheduled to pop out any second around this date. If someone had told me that I had to continue waiting […]