When my husband, Terry, was diagnosed with kidney failure, I quit my job and started a blog: because life’s just too short not to follow your dreams, and I had apparently always dreamt of getting paid to write about my life on the internet*. I even wrote a book about it.
Over a decade later, that blog now mostly documents my adventures as mum to one-year-old Max, who was born by elective c-section in December 2017, after one miscarriage, one ectopic pregnancy, and a lifetime’s worth of health anxiety and tokophobia. I wrote a pregnancy diary for (almost) every week of my pregnancy, and my parenting posts cover my journey so far, as well as providing some honest advice for first-time parents.
I’ve been described as a fashion blogger, a mummy blogger, a lifestyle blogger, and “a total drama queen,” (That was my husband, btw…). Mostly, though, I’m a storyteller – and this is where I tell my stories. Want to read some?
(*Well, that and growing up to be a showjumping detective, obviously. We all dream of that, though, don’t we?)
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