I swore I didn't care, wouldn't flinch, would be cool if people thought my daughter was a boy.
“How are you finding being a mum?” I get this question a lot. Understandably. It’s totally meant as a polite something to say.
Talitha hasn't really been gaining weight. She didn't lose much in the initial postpartum days but excitingly gained that and more by day ten. Two weeks later she's gained nothing. Two weeks after that...
It became apparent that if we were to sleep, it would be in our bed. Maybe I'm lazy, maybe I don't try hard enough, but at some point you've got to crack and say: "Look, I need some sleep."
My daughter's first four weeks of life have been littered with - I want to call them misadventures...
All well and good but d'ya mean I have to have this girl on my breast every waking (and often, sleeping) hour? I love her, I enjoy her but if I can't do the laundry or fix myself something to eat, I'll go a little mad.
With two sets of antenatal classes, scouring of blogs and forums and a fair bit of book-learnin', there are a few things I still wasn't quite prepared for before getting to the other side of natality/natalism/the dark side of the moon.