In The Garden With Nana
My mum was made to be a nan. She was always telling my sister and I that she “couldn’t wait” to be a nan but very quickly told us she obviously could (we were teenage girls after all). So when my nephew came along one November, out came the knitting needles. There were jumpers, toys,
Women have been having babies for thousands of years. It’s a fact. But when you have your baby, you naturally feel like everything you’re feeling is new and different, and that no other woman could have felt like this, or done that. You think it’s just you. You worry about your baby and whether you’re
Early on, we always agreed that the one thing we would do when (or if) we found out to be pregnant was to wait until the 3 month safety zone before we would announce to anyone. We couldn’t bare the thought of announcing something great and everyone being over the moon, only to have to
Whilst writing our previous post; talking about my mother’s wife, my Mac (or perhaps the application I was using (Pages)), decided that it was acceptable to notify me that “wife” was a gender specific term and that perhaps the word “spouse” would be more appropriate in the sentence I was using. Words are beyond me
As some of you probably know by now, I am an LGBT child. The most important years of my life were shared with my mum’s wife, A. She raised me through my teenage years, through the good times and the bad and because of this, both my sister and I class her as our mum.
This week, I have read several posts about “Blogging for LGBT Families”. All of them were really interesting reads, however it was clear that the majority of the writers were those already with child. There weren’t many in the TTC process – which made me sad. I really wanted to be included, because we’re trying