I am celebrating a wicked mothers day by blogging on my new iPhone! The stars have finally aligned and all my wishes come true. Aside from Ethan’s obession with my new phone (he assures me that 5 year olds need iPhones too) we had such …
A Shi-tzu wearing a sweater chewing on a sheep skull. This is what Lou did all day after he dragged himself out of {my} bed. It’s getting cold but still no rain. This time a year ago I was obsessing about how to get my …
One day it wasn’t and then the next we had bouquets out the ying-yang and we were all sad. Baby Peanut had missed the bus and it was a BIG shock. I never in a million years had considered that I would miscarry, or that if I did, my body would be so retarded as not to tell me at all. For like 5 WEEKS! I know.
Having spent the day in hospital having unspeakable things done to me, I can honestly say that I have lived through the worst day of my life and I am quietly proud of myself. I expected to fall apart and lose the plot and crawl back to my GP begging for antidepressants. But I haven’t done any of those things, I am just quietly getting on with things, loving Ethan about a million times more and being so thankful for him.
