On the way to the private gender scan for our third baby, I felt that I wouldn’t be in the slightest bit surprised if this little person growing inside me was a boy.
My son is one week old.
I am sat here feeling tears forming in my eyes as I struggle to recall EXACTLY what it felt like to feel him move inside me.
In terms of work/life/childcare balance, this last year has been the best I’ve ever had it since having children.
Birthdays with small children take some getting used to.
After six years, I’m pretty happy with how I celebrate my birthdays post-children.