Don’t worry, despite the fact that The Man has been ear-bashing John Lewis’ customer-service for the last 45 minutes, today’s post isn’t another unexciting installment of the ongoing saga of the broken washing machine.
What I want to discuss is something that’s actually a little bit difficult to talk about, but I don’t think I can go on with my plans for this blog without explaining something about my recent past. Let me start by saying that both my children were planned and very much wanted. The Boy arrived as soon as we made room for him in our lives but our little girl kept us waiting. And waiting. And waiting. With a couple of false starts I was starting to wonder if we’d ever have a sibling for our boy, but then he turned round one day, poked me in the belly and said “Mummy got a baby in her tummy”.