You see, after 23 days of being a parent, I am now a motherhood guru, a domestic goddess and a fountain of maternal knowledge. Obviously.
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Tonight's blog is about our foolish attempt to move house and the catastrophes that followed.
This summer we embarked on the great move from Reading; Hypnobirthing. Sounds like a load of hippy nonsense doesn't it. You imagine an ominous looking man with a pencil moustache, waving a pocket watch in your direction as he mumbles something about falling into a deep sleep.
Now that I am 33 weeks into growing my first human, and am left simultaneously panicking at how close to the end we are and yet complaining that the days are dragging, I decided to catalogue my feelings, worries and ramblings -
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