Mama’s Little ManĀ 

As I lay here, in a post coital glow, my mind wanders - to the fire, that, with luck, is now ignited in my loins. To the tiny cells that are furiously replicating, and hopefully, in a few weeks, to that little + sign on a pee soaked stick.  My thoughts move from the hope... Continue Reading →

The need to be a motherĀ 

little man is 8.5 months now, and changing every day.  Someone said to me when he was born, that you could literally "watch them grow" I didn't realise then, how true that is. He's crawling now, copying  things that adults do, watching intently, in his own little world of discovery. He's fascinating. Enchanting. Tiring and... Continue Reading →

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