And then there were two…

I’m not generally one for sharing my whole life online. Like many people, I value a degree of privacy and I know you have better things to be doing than reading what I ate for breakfast. But when something monumental is about to happen, I can’t help but share it with you. So enough of words, as you will see a photo will suffice.

Two children instead of one! Obviously I’m not the first woman to have done this, but that doesn’t stop it being mightily scary. I confess when I first discovered I was pregnant I had all sorts of unholy thoughts, “hang on I’ve just got my life/figure back”, “no alcohol over Christmas”, “I can’t do sleepless nights with a toddler”. But, as I lay on the NHS couch, a full bladder and cold jelly on my belly, I was quite overcome. Pregnancy hormones were clearly in overdrive, but I could actually equate this mini alien with a human being. Having Daisy somehow has made it all so much more real.

So apologies in advance for any lapse in memory, over emotional writing and a growing obsession with all things baby related. Plus I’ll hope you’ll excuse the extra pounds accumulated from secret visits to Five Guys in Angel. Their cheese and bacon burger with chips is heavenly, and a sure cure for morning sickness. Ever the realist I’m not one just to assume it’ll all go smoothly, but I’m 13 weeks in so, all things being equal, come August the N4 Mummy family will have grown.