I’m currently on maternity leave. For the few readers I have that comes to no surprise. However, when on maternity leave you have your precious, your best creation, the apple of your eye constantly on you, with you. 24/7 you are needed. In every sense of the word. Your needs are no longer any kind…
A post dedicated to my lady parts, the fifi, the noonoo, the watever-you-wanna-call-it vagina
As a new mum all the feelings can easily become overwhelming.
Looking for nurseries for Alfie made me acutely aware of the differences between the UK and Sweden. Queue – panic!
The end of boobies. Have we cracked the code or is this the calm before the storm?
It took me a long time before I actually went on the tube for the first time with Alfie and the pram. Why? Because London, that’s why.
It’s easy to get lost in the baby-bubble 👪
Oh how things have changed when on holiday. Our first ever holibobs with bubs ❤️
My first ever Mother’s Day ❤️
Bending over backwards has a new meaning. Poo-splosions and other nappy-related happenings in Spain.