March has been a pretty tough month. My IBS has been all over place, I’ve been putting myself under a lot of pressure and have had some tough family stuff going on. I’ve also managed to squeeze in some beautiful baby cuddles and family time to put a smile on my face.
I have a real case of baby FOMO. Everyone, literally everyone, either has one or is having one. That’s the text I sent to my bestie a couple of weeks ago.
I think I’m very slowly coming round to the whole ‘baby’ thing. There’s somewhat of a baby boom happening between my real friends and my Facebook friends, and I’m kinda scared that it might be catching.
All my friends are having babies. It started with one and then catapulted. I’m scared to drink from the same glass in case it’s fertile water and catches.
I’m at that age where all my friends are producing small, wrinkly babies and my older nephews are sitting important exams and passing their driving tests. It’s weird and I’m not sure how it makes me feel. Other than really old already. [Read more]