Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far, away, I lost loads of weight, got rid of all my old clothes and invested in a new wardrobe befitting of … Continue reading Thanks for the Complex, Pregnancy!
Since my last post I managed to spawn a gorgeous baby girl.
Freyja was born one year to the day of Mumm-Ra’s funeral, September 11, 2018. She’s now four months old and a very happy character.
The labour part was fine I suppose – my sciatica was at its peak (what I thought was its peak) but it doesn’t really matter until the midwives want you to stand up to let gravity do its job. I think in an ideal world I should’ve been dropping it like an elephant calf. (more…)
It turns out that when you’re pregnant you have really odd dreams. It also turns out these dreams are all baby-related, even if they involve bearcats chatting to tigers.
I have just over five months to go until the alien being inside me pops out to greet the world. I’m still hoping that perhaps we can come to some … Continue reading Pregnancy Realisation Sets In – Time to Rob a Bank
My mum and I had been pretty adamant that I was infertile. As I had put it to Travis: “I’m potentially like a barren desert.”
Oh, how wrong I was. (more…)