Monthly Archives: March 2011
There are so many people that need to be thanked for everything that they did for us while I was pregnant. The people of twitter really did become like my family and without their support I would have been a … Continue reading
Now that Emma’s here and life is returning to the new normal, I’ve started thinking about getting back into my pants. I have to admit, the first time I tried to put a pair of jeans on I was devastated … Continue reading
(note: this is a brain fart i had after one too many glasses of wine. thank goodness i saved it to drafts instead of publishing it as it has given me a chance to translate it from drunkmeganlish to English … Continue reading
When Emma first came home, the cats wavered somewhere between terror, disgust and disinterest. In the last few days though, Mimi seems to think that Emma is her kitten. The above picture has become the norm. Wherever Emma is, Mimi … Continue reading
I feel like my brain is dying of neglect. This stay at home thing isn’t exactly mentally stimulating. I was schmoozing through the Unisa website yesterday and have been toying with the idea of studying next year. I have narrowed … Continue reading
So this breastfeeding thing? It’s getting a little old. I know it’s only been a month and some (crazy) women do it for years, but I’m starting to think it’s time for a bottle or two here and there. Let … Continue reading
Absolute boredom (and watching Shaun of the Dead for the hundredth time this morning) lead me to start mentally preparing a zombie apocalypse survival kit. I would want to be more prepared than the characters in the movie and not … Continue reading
There’s something that’s been bugging me for a while and after reading Gina’s post I decided, dear audience of 4, to put the question to you, because I have no answers. Why are nurses so damn horrible? Now I know … Continue reading
i’ve made no secret of the fact that i battled depression after Shae was born. It ranged from feeling kinda more tearful than usual to days where i’d be sitting in the middle of the bedroom, throwing things around because … Continue reading
Firstly, everything seems easier this time round. I don’t know whether it’s because I’m older or just less willing to put up with shit and more determined to do things my way, but I feel like I’m coping better this … Continue reading
