maternity leave

Goodbye, maternity leave

I remember worrying about what I was going to do with all those days. Seven whole months. Well, eight including the full month that I sat on my arse watching Netflix and repeatedly Googling ‘How to start your labour’, whilst I impatiently awaited her arrival. I worried about how I wouldn’t be able to switch off from work and be a good mama. It’s hilarious really. (Although, I did take a few weeks to back off and stop checking work emails.) Continue reading

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Current state: Postnatal Paunch Probs…

A while back, I wrote a piece about how becoming a mother had given me a new-found confidence. A few people took it the wrong way and saw it as I was happy with my new post-natal body. Hell no. Don’t get me wrong, I still have the confidence to wear some ridiculous clothes but that’s just because becoming a parent has made me literally not give a shit about what other people think. It’s definitely not because childbirth blessed me with a banging bod. Continue reading