Three weeks after my first child was born, my uncle leaned towards my husband, Mike, over the dinner table. “It would be nice,†he said, “to see something positive on …
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I am typing this one handed while Dominic sleeps on my left shoulder. About every twenty seconds he pops his head up and makes angry-koala-bear noises. I suspect that this …
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I wrote the following on Tuesday. It’s now Thursday. C’est la vie at the moment… This time last week I was still two hours and 15 minutes from giving birth. …
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To: Baby D.M. Current Residential Address: Your mother’s uterus. Dear Baby D.M., today is your due date. Pursuant to the provisions of all the laws of mammalian biology you are …
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No. The baby hasn’t come yet. Yes, I’m grumpy about that (though not yet quite as grumpy as I still am about the fact that apparently he won’t be arriving …
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Last week I found myself wandering around the cute shops in Bangalow. This little town is smack in the middle of eucalypt forests and green fields filled with cows, yet …
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If you’ve emailed or otherwise tried to communicate with me during the last ten days and I haven’t gotten back to you, my sincere apologies. If it’s any consolation, you’re …
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Almost two and a half years ago now, Mike and I were driving towards Akaroa in New Zealand. It was the second last day of our honeymoon. We were on …
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I haven’t been blogging as much as usual lately, I know. This is partly because Mum and Dad refuse to get a puppy, despite my constant pestering, so I am …
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Last night, after I got up to visit the bathroom for the third time, the baby woke up and started squirming. Then he got the hiccups. I lay there in …
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Almost everyone who has spent time in the developing world knows the paralysis that can hit you in the cereal aisle of any well-stocked grocery store after returning to a …
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I still remember the moment, about two months after we were married, when the cows made their first appearance in the discourse of our relationship. I can’t remember what we …