Nominate me for a MAD blog award

I started this blog back in November with a post about what I should call my fetus. It was strange time.

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Mother-to-be on a Mother’s Day

I’ve found myself visualising my mother-in-law as a younger woman holding Laurence as a babe in arms.

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A BabyBash not a baby shower

If he and his mates would be there, baby food tasting and nappy folding competitions were not going to work.

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Kittens, coughing and something like helplessness

I often joke that Laurence is the real grownup in this marriage and that I’m still working out this adult thing. I may have the book sense but he’s got the infinitely more valuable practicality. But every now and then I realise just how much I depend on him, and it’s not something I’m altogether comfortable with.

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Will the baby like libraries?

Today I’m over at WAHM-BAM with a guest post I’ve written for Tasha Goddard’s Book Week.

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Love me, Liebster, because I’m ill

It’s not just that little tasks become gargantuous and your body effectively slows you down, as if the parasite you’re carrying weren’t doing enough of that already.

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There are no books I must read before I die

I have an ongoing battle in my mind over what I should read and what I do. It’s probably a hang up from my days as an English Literature undergrad. By the time I was on to my Masters, I was rather comfortable with my new philosophy that although “experts” will expound on what you must read before you die, life really is too short to be reading things that you downright don’t enjoy.

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