‘She’s in the wallpaper!!’

In the middle of the night, I find myself staring at the wall... I'm not asleep, but I'm not awake. I'm somewhere in the middle. Limbo? 'I wish they had margaritas here in limbo...' Do you ever look at completely normal, everyday objects, doors, wallpaper, clouds... and are able to make out a face in …

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Life…

If someone gave you a book of your life, how far in would you read? I'd obviously read from day one up until now but would I stop on 'today'? I could be tempted I guess, to look a few days, a week or even a month into the future, but what if I didn't …

New body update 🙌🏻 July 2018

So, it's been a while. Not intentionally but somehow I've forgotten that I have this little blog. I hereby resurrect it with a belter of a progress picture... Please exit should naked stomachs affect you. Yes, I know people like this 🤦🏻‍♀️ This is -17lbs (and a lot of up & downs) difference. From January …

On the daily…

Everyday I struggle. Some struggles are big, when I can't stop crying, sometimes for hours. Some struggles are small, when a thought or action just catches me off guard and then I'm completely fine 30 seconds later. They all feel the same though. Whether they last hours or seconds. Last week I had a complete …

One down! One to go!

Finally, things seem to be coming together • Health & fitness • Family • Most importantly, me. To say I’ve struggled since B was born is an understatement. No-one could have prepared me for what was about to go down. And even after his health improved, mine was getting worse. Physically, yes I was fine. …

Uh. She’s talking again.

MrsBoys

Anxiety.

That bloody little A word. I hate it.

Thanks to my father, I’ve always had a drop of anxiety. He’s riddled with it.

Claustrophobia is something I’ve had to endure since I can remember. My first memory of being claustrophobic was a school trip to Southampton. Like a ‘team building’ day. Build a raft, climb a wall. Yeah yeah. Crawl through this dark concrete tunnel carrying a jug of water? … erm, I don’t bloody think so. I got, literally, one knee in and my heart fell out my chest and into my jug.

”Nope. No thanks. Hell noooo” I said to my team. Cue lots of ”Uh, Jemma’s scared”. Then lots of crying on my part. Kids can be such bastards, am I wrong?!

Anyway. I’ve had a few ‘moments’ in nightclubs, where it’s got too crowded and I’ve had to get friends to pull me outside…

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Uh. She’s talking again.

Anxiety. That bloody little A word. I hate it. Thanks to my father, I've always had a drop of anxiety. He's riddled with it. Claustrophobia is something I've had to endure since I can remember. My first memory of being claustrophobic was a school trip to Southampton. Like a 'team building' day. Build a raft, …

A letter to my Mum.

Dear Mum, Well, two years eh? Quickest two years of my life that's for sure. It still only feels like yesterday since we said our 'See you laters'. Aiden has his SATS exams soon, I think he's a bit anxious but I know he'll smash them all. He got into the secondary school he chose, …

Meet the boys: Numero dos • Part Two.

' What's wrong with him?!?' I screamed at my husband. I was literally at the end of my tether. We had both been up with B, all night. No exaggeration, it was all night. Waddle went back to work the week before B decided he didn't like earth anymore, howling for the mothership to come …

Meets the boys: Numero dos • Part One

Where do I begin with B's story? Brace yourselves, it's a two-parter! Waddle and I tried for 6 months to get pregnant. I was tracking ovulation, taking temperatures, having robot sex on set days of my calendar. You name it. We did it. It consumed me, as soon as I woke up until I went …