A guest post by Michelle (@a_tale_of_three_duckies) We have been on the so-called ‘baby train’ for almost three years now. I’m inching ever closer to being 36 whole years old. I’m married to a slightly ginger ex-Marine called Jon. We live in Nottingham and we have a slobbery but beautiful Boxer dog called Lola. We are […]
A guest post by Ali. My son, Adam, I miss you every moment of every day. I see a baby wrapped in a blue blanket in a car seat sound asleep. I see a little boy playing with sidewalk chalk. I see a middle school aged boy in clothes that he is quickly growing out […]
A guest post by Kirsty. I am, what I believed to be, a lucky person. Great upbringing. Own my own house. Happily married to my childhood sweetheart. And the proud mother of two wonderful daughters, aged 5 and 3. For as long as I can remember, I had always imagined myself having three children, and […]
Last week, I launched a new guest blog series (you can catch up here, if you missed it) sharing different perspectives on miscarriage and pregnancy loss. All kinds of loss and all kinds of voices. Here, Hayley, who writes the blog Life. Love. Loss, shares her story…. I can remember reading, in some pregnancy booklet […]
As I wrote earlier this summer, it takes a babble of voices to truly shatter a taboo. So it’s with great pride that today I get to share with you the first of a series of guest posts looking at pregnancy loss from all kinds of perspectives. Every week, as well as my usual posts, […]
‘Isn’t she beautiful?’ the advert asks. The subject of its question smiles out at me. Luminously lit in black bra and leggings, she holds her tiny baby close to her face, hands circled firmly around its back, as one pudgy leg dandles down, nudging the soft camber of her stomach, which is rippled with purple […]
I have a set of candlesticks that have moved with me everywhere I’ve lived as an adult. A trio of white, glossy ceramic with long stems and Hygge pretensions (meaning: I bought them from Ikea as a student). The other weekend my mum was round and as we sat at my dining table drinking coffee she […]
I was going to write a different post for the week before Christmas. About how Dan and I are trying to wring every last drop of joy from the festive season this year, my first not working – not on Christmas Day, not on Boxing Day, not on any of those surreal, time-passing-slow-as-treacle days in […]
