This is my journey towards motherhood. Saturday, September 7, 2013. These words are music to my ears, overheard when my three-year-old neighbor boy was describing me to his mom. Rosie is now 16 months old, running around, saying words. Here she is playing peekaboo. Sunday, June 9, 2013. How will we carry it all? Should I bring diapers or buy them there? .

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Honeststatusupdateblog at gmail dot com. All manner of thing shall be well. My Cheap Version of Therapy. All the Sun For You. Two Adults, One Child. Cutting myself a whole forest of slack. Checking in, in bullet points.

Arg, everyone, weve been having an interesting time of it. I am going to go and make him a cake now. Thank you for sticking with us this year, all. It is 2017 and we have crawling. So we can fit in his cot and the single bed. This means our clothes will need to go.

Prams, Poo and Panic. My Missing Ingredient is Patience. My Life As A Case Study. Journey to Two Pink Lines. Our Egg, Her Nest? Stop Telling Me to Relax. Waiting for a rainbow - ivf at CCRM.

On the torments of love and the trials of trying to conceive. The Agony and the Ecstasy. And this brings me back to why I have not felt able to write.

How I Learned to Stop Worrying And Love the Bomb, Part 1. But I was not surprised. When they took me back I craned my neck to see the screen from my prone position on the .

My colleague surprised himself by enjoying his vegetarian meal. They are delicious, crisp and spicey. In February we ate cauliflower and broccoli until I was .

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