Loss

Talking about miscarriage and loss

Something that surprised me when I had my miscarriage was the information that one pregnancy in three ends in miscarriage.  I think that means statistically, for every three women I know that has a child, one of them will have had a miscarriage. I realise that many losses are very early, often before a woman

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Pipkin Angel

Its been less than six months, but I don’t remember finding out I was pregnant with Pipkin.   My Fertility Friend App shows I had a positive pregnancy test at only 12 DPO, which is quite early for testing.  I prefer to wait until my period is *late* late, in order to avoid the excitement/disappointment that

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Poppy Angel

When we found out we were pregnant, I was working from home, which minimised stress and enabled me to take catnaps at lunchtime (I was mega tired). The trade-off was a two night trip to attend meetings in Paris every few weeks.   Having never been pregnant before I was a bit nervous about it all.

a group of children wearing backpacks walking towards school camp

Year Four School Camp

 So Miss Pickle is off on her first overnight school camp today. On one hand I feel completely free.  On the other hand I feel like I should be doing stuff I can’t do when she’s around.   Which is…  um…  nothing. I’m not that interesting. Separation This will be the second time she has not

Microblog Mondays: Double Digits!

That saying that “the days are long but the years are short” is so true.   Somehow it has been ten years already since Pickle was born.  She is so excited to finally be “double digits” and in way too much of a hurry to grow up for my liking. She is a thoughtful, kind, clever,

Widowed eating

No appetite Or desire for anything not just food Mostly eating healthy, try to eat a good lunch when Pickle at Preschool. Discovered that I cooked mostly for him Just want to throw together something fast Pickle would live on pasta if I let her Looking back at this blog for inspiration

New Years Eve Gratitude

Bittersweet.  On one hand, saying goodbye to 2018 – the difficult year I lost Mr Duncan.  On the other saying hello to a year in which he won’t exist, except in our memories.  When these milestones… holidays, birthdays, anniversaries come up, it’s hard not to count…and compare  This is the first one without him.  Last

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