Do you live in or around the Brighton area? Are you pregnant or have you recently given birth? If so, then do you have your ticket to the Brighton Bump & Baby Show? If not, here’s why you should get one, and if you do then I’ll see you there.
I’ve been very open on this little blog of mine, about my challenges as a mum. Growing up dreaming of being a mum meant I pictured an earth mother, a gentle and attached mummy who was obviously exhausted (come on, what parent of little ones isn’t?!) but calm and so, so fulfilled. In reality? Silent reflux, postnatal depression, high needs; I’m not the mum I thought I would be.
Until last month the longest I’d been apart from Martha was about 6 hours. Three weeks ago she spent the night at Mum and Dad’s to prepare for when Phil and I went away for Phil’s 40th and left the children in Peterborough with them. All was going swimmingly, until I failed to actually prepare for a weekend away from our little boob monster.
When I was pregnant with Toby I just knew he was a boy. We’d picked a girl’s name just in case (Martha) but I *knew* I was carrying a boy even though we didn’t find out at the scan. I saw myself as a mummy to boys and I was really comfortable with that. With Martha, I didn’t have that sixth sense of our unborn baby’s gender and with my stress levels rising over what to do with Toby’s newborn clothes, we decided to find out. But I didn’t think I wanted a daughter.
I’ve never been one to stare at my reflection for hours on end or spend a fortune on haircuts and manicures, but I’ve also attempted to have a modicum of pride in my appearance. Lately, however, I’ve realised that a few balls have dropped in the juggling act of looking after myself. Here’s my guide to being an unkempt mum.