I love my kids so much, but sometimes they can just be a bit overwhelming. You spend so much time with them, serving their every need, entertaining them, cuddling them, teaching them, showing them right from wrong. It is full on, full time.
Having your own children makes you realise how truly awful you were to your own parents.
That’s me started back to work, a nice three day week. I’m actually really enjoying it, it’s good for all of us, and here’s why:
(The one I didn’t enjoy much)
The morning sickness was a billion times worse than it had been with Connie, I had horrible PVG so I had to finish work early, and I was in and out of hospital with reduced fetal movement and high blood pressure when I was pregnant with Angus.
The whole pregnancy made me feel like a whale with a water allergy.
The Connie Chapter.
I loved labour with Connie. Seriously. Bloody loved it. The only thing I would’ve changed is how long it took. Start to finish I was seventy two hours.
I started contracting at Daniels parents house while opening Christmas presents. At this point I didn’t realise it was contractions, just thought I was building a poo.