A birth is a birth

Signing up to NCT classes was – for us – among the best money we’ve ever spent on parenthood.

This isn’t because of the graphic photos that put the fear of God into everyone in the room (including the Dads), or even the bum-change practice with pretty realistic dirty nappies (English mustard and pesto are ruined for me).  No, the reason why I’d pay for them again and again is because we met people going through exactly the same thing, at exactly the same time and now have friends for (I hope) life.

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The one time my memory fails me


Photographic proof: uncanny, eh?

Does anyone actually remember being pregnant?

I mean, I accept that I was – there is photographic evidence (and indeed a child) to prove it. I remember moaning about the heat, my feet, my back and heartburn, and I remember wearing bigger clothes for 6 months. I remember going down to the hospital for appointments, not drinking wine for 9 months, avoiding cheese and rare steak, sushi and uncooked eggs (although I do that as standard…raw eggs have never really appealed). Continue reading

Jog-on, whingebags!



This little nugget of news has been doing the rounds on social media this week – a breastfeeding Mum sat to feed her baby in a US Starbucks when a woman complained loudly to staff. She asked if they could “…get that woman to stop doing that in public? It’s disgusting.” But instead of doing what was being asked, the barista offered the Mum a free refill, a voucher for a free drink and said “I’m sorry you had to deal with such unpleasantness today.” Touché!

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Lies, damn lies and statistics



I read. Might just be Twitter or Facebook, might be a blog or a website and, if I’m feeling grown up, it might be a newspaper.

I also listen; to the media, and certainly to my friends.

Never has this little concoction been more dangerous than in pregnancy and the first 6 months of parenthood, when I was so tired, delirious and (as a knock-on effect) irrational, that I took any bit of baby-related information as gospel. Here are the 7 pearls of wisdom I wish I had taken with a pinch of salt. Continue reading

The good, the bad and the car dealership


Why is good customer service so remarkable?

We are away on our first family holiday. All packed up and ready to go we set off to Costa del Somerset and made it all the way to, ahem, Newport before the air con system on our 5-week old car failed. Again. In the 5 weeks we have had this car, it has been back to the dealership 3 times, and for a week of those 5 it has holidayed with their service team in an attempt to get it fixed. Call me a fuss-pot, but I don’t think it’s unreasonable to expect cold air to come out of the vents when its 25 degrees outside. Continue reading