Tag: birth
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In The End, We’re All Just Human Beans
I had my second day-surgery last week; a procedure called an Endometrial Ablation, and the medical profession’s latest attempt to stop my uterus from going all Tarantino on me each month. For any of you middle-aged women out there still suffering a Red Wedding-style of monthly – I’ll let you know if it works. In the…
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A (Sort of) Birth Story For Easter
I’ve been caught up in between worlds these last few weeks – the worlds of back pain, Easter chocolate and that of my characters, as I put my final touches to my manuscript. I’m not the best multi-tasker, so I find it difficult to tackle other writing projects when I’m so invested in these four…
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Farewell Dear Ovaries, You’ve Served Me Well
I went through this stage at the tail end of my forties where I had this recurring nightly dream that I was pregnant and something would always go wrong – not necessarily with the pregnancy, but either the old man would leave me, or the baby would turn out to be some animal or my…
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Self-Doubt, Writing and Giving Birth To Book Babies
I’m nearing the end of the ‘book’ I’ve been writing, for what seems like the whole of the last century. I don’t really like to call it ‘a book’, because that sounds arrogant, and couldn’t be further from the truth of how I feel about my latest creation. This ‘book ‘of mine is, in reality,…
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The True Meaning of Charlotte: We Can Get Back To Our Lives Now
Princess 1 Taken by Chrissy and found on http://www.flickr.com Forgive my withering cynicism, for believe it or not, I am as clucky as the next person at the sight and smell of a cute newborn, but do we really have to dissect the origins of the name Charlotte from every historical angle for the next…
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Family Dysfunctionality London-Style
It’s difficult to know where to begin on the subject of the dysfunctional extravaganza that was my father’s 70th birthday. http://www.gettyimages.com/detail/143071198 Do I start with my brother’s baby, who chose that particular moment to begin his long and arduous entrance into the world? Or the grumpy hernia that threatened to erupt and thwart the enjoyment…
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