the job that never stops..
Yes, I mean exactly what the title says. Periods. Or as we affectionately call it in our house "shark week". Before getting pregnant, I was on the implant from the age of 17, and not once did I have a proper period. They, just didnt happen, didnt exist, and it was the best time of my... Continue Reading →
When they say that everyone's story is different, they were not wrong. After mine and my boyfriends last date night over, a nice bath under my belt and freshly shaved legs (courtesy of said boyfriend cos at this point I couldn't see my feet let alone my legs) we were heading to bed for one... Continue Reading →
surviving parenthood 