The Custard Factory in Birmingham is one of the most interesting and quirky places to visit. A place for artists to come and express themselves, you will find yourself walking round there for hours admiring it all. We went yesterday to their annual 'Digmas' celebrations, lots of festive fun for everyone to enjoy. I love … Continue reading My Sunday Photo
I had my suspicions a while ago. The distance, the silence, constantly on his phone...I knew something was going on. My worst fear was that he was seeing someone else, and it was true. Only the other woman was depression, and she has got her black claws well and truly in. My partner, John, is … Continue reading When depression is the other woman
Picking up from my failed operation... From October 2012 following the unsuccessful tubal catheterisation, I entered the lowest point in my entire life. The only option left for us, according to our consultant, was to go through IVF, which we couldn't afford. We were left out on a limb, and were told to just call … Continue reading My Infertility Journey Part Two
I have written this in two parts as it's quite a lengthy story. I hope you enjoy reading it... It's taken me a long time to sit down and write about this. Mainly because I felt like I had no place talking about infertility being as I am a mother now and no longer living … Continue reading My Infertility Journey Part One
Molly is so excited about Halloween this year!
Ibiza. The White Isle. The place of complete and utter hedonism. Where you can go clubbing any time of the day or night and it's perfectly acceptable to have a beer at 8am. It might not be the first destination you have in mind when booking a family holiday, but it should be. I have … Continue reading Our family holiday to Ibiza
I've been full of self-doubt recently, plagued by recurring thoughts along the lines of "you're not engaging in enough stimulating activities with Molly", and "she's spending way too much time on the iPad". A lot of this is down to my Pure OCD, but also the dreaded mum-guilt has been awoken and stuck her claws well and truly in. … Continue reading Am I doing enough for my 3 year old?