My body was built for this, right?

Birth... it doesn't tickle.

I’ve always known I have a pretty low pain threshold. If I get a paper cut the neighbours would hear it happen. 

And I'm genuinely befuddled when my athlete husband describes the "good hurt" felt from a nice, hard training session. Good hurt: an oxymoron if ever there was one.

So as the months went by and I got closer to my due date, my fingernails were thoroughly chewed down from my stressing out about The Birth.

Gift ideas for a new baby (aka what the hell do I buy?)

Mmmm... unpasturised goodness.

One of the first preggy/baby things I remember Googling was before I was even expecting. In fact, the thought of having a baby hadn't even planted itself in my mind more firmly than a vague idea that I'd be a Mum one day. Many, many days from this time.

A friend was having a baby and because I was still more concerned with shoes and travelling than I was with nappies and strollers, I had absolutely no idea what to give as a welcome to the world! present for a new baby.

Not just another Mummy blog

I've never been much interested in reading blogs about people's daily lives. Even if they achieve something totally awesome like losing 50kg or running 30 marathons in 30 days. Do I really want to know about every salad they've eaten or blister they've popped? Not really.