‘Please tell me you have cake.’ You do have to pity a bewildered spouse. There he is, gently knocking on the bedroom door to check on you at 5.15 pm, after you’ve retired for an hour with another scratching, mean-cat of a headache and that seeping I’m tired from growing a human malaise. A weak […]
40 weeks of feasting
A while ago we needed to talk about the curse of googling when growing a human. Now I think we might need to talk about the weeping. Seriously. I may be one small part English, but it seems I did not inherit a stiff upper lip. While I like to think of myself as generally […]
It’s a very strange thing to realise that the being you’re harbouring can now hear. I’ve only seen you three times – the first time you looked like a mass that had got caught in the bottom of the sink, punctuated by a heartbeat and some static. The second time, when we first saw […]
There’s so much promise in an avocado. So much hope, so much unknown. It’s the ultimate fruit for the philosophy of ‘cut it and see’. For as much as the crest gently exhales under pressure, and the outside look unblemished, the interior truth remains a mystery (for a great piece by Katy Salter on the […]
Oh to have thick skin. It’s got to be a good thing. For one, less bruises, papercuts and scrapes. Another, perhaps less chance of an infuriating tiny patch of pregnancy hormone induced eczema that is fetching me from sleep every morning without fail, sometime between 3.32 and 3.48 am (too much information? Possibly). But on […]