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I cannot even begin to imagine how it must feel to struggle to conceive.

Literally, I can’t.

I know that having your first baby at 17 years old isn’t ideal. Giving birth in the summer holidays between the first and second year of your A-levels probably wouldn’t be everyone’s first choice. I do feel very lucky though, lucky to have never had to experience the stress of trying for a baby that just won’t come. Never to have had that gut wrenching disappointment when my period arrives, or felt the guilty sadness of hearing yet another friend announce their pregnancy.

I’m not going to even pretend that I could understand how difficult it must be, but I just wanted to let you know today about a new product that might possibly help.

It’s a natural supplement called Bud.

Bud natural fertility supplement

Bud stands for Babies Under Development and has been inspired by founders Tim and Sarita Heard’s personal experience of unexplained secondary infertility. Second baby infertility is all too common, and no less distressing. It must be quite a shock to find that despite having no problems first time round, baby number two doesn’t seem quite so keen to fit in with your family plan. View Post

What do you reckon? Have you noticed that you care less as you get older?

Just about life in general I mean.

I was having a discussion with my friend Lucy about it this weekend. I’m 40 this month and she is a few years older than me and we were questioning where our enthusiasm for life had gone. Not in a melancholic way at all, more in a ‘perfectly happy just to have a cup of tea and a sit down thanks’ kind of way.

‘I just don’t CARE like I used to,’ she said, ‘I don’t feel passionate about anything. All I really want to do is potter about the house, play with my pets, read books, pluck the odd hair out of my chin, that sort of thing.’

I feel the same.

But is it just us? Do YOU care less as you get older?

do you care less as you get older?

Me living my best life. Actual doughnut.

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Post sponsored by Cadbury

Cadbury easter eggs

Our traditional Easter egg hunt this year is going to involve a bit of STEALTH.

About six years ago now we began what would go on to become something of an Easter egg hunt tradition. A friend of mine, Lucy, who I met at a breastfeeding group when Belle and her daughter Ella were babies, moved into a flat with a central, communal garden. By this point she also had a second daughter, Josie, who is a few years younger than Belle and Ella.

Lucy is big on Easter – she does magical Easter decorations and everything – so she invited us round to do an Easter egg hunt in the communal garden. It wasn’t a huge garden, and the whole time she was there no one else ever seemed to use it. The egg hunt was a great success. All three girls, plus some extra randoms from the street, charged around the garden, frantically sweeping creme eggs into their Easter buckets, barging each other out of the way in a bid to be the first to snatch up the bags of mini eggs View Post

Sometimes things happen just when you need them to happen. Call it coincidence, synchronicity, pure chance perhaps, but sometimes you need to take notice.

I had one of those moments this month when I went to London to watch a screening of ‘Wonder’. The screening was hosted by Kleenex® to mark the film’s release on 26th March on Digital Download, 4K UHD, Blu-ray and DVD, courtesy of Lionsgate Home Entertainment UK.

(So many things! When did films stop just ‘coming out on video’??)

You will need tissues for all the emotional moments of ‘Wonder’, unless you have a heart of actual stone, so you’ve been warned.

Fortunately I had supplies.

Wonder the movie

Anyway, the timing was perfect for me as I feel like lately I’ve become a bit too concerned about my FACE.

I don’t know whether it’s because I’m turning 40 next month, (who am I kidding, of course it’s that), but I seem to be spending more time than ever examining myself in the mirror and it never makes me feel good. I know I don’t especially look OLD, but I am noticing changes – new lines where there weren’t lines before, a softening of my jaw line, tiny veins around my nose. None of it matters, but when you start looking it can be hard to stop. View Post

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When Belle was small it was relatively simple to come up with things she would enjoy doing. They weren’t always things that I wanted to do, but soft play isn’t THAT bad if you take a book and pretend you can’t hear any of the shouts of ‘Mummy! Watch me on the slide! Watch me! Mummy!’

(They give up after a bit if you don’t respond.)

Nowadays though it’s trickier to come up with something that isn’t met with a groan or an eye roll, unless it’s ‘shall we go to Bristol and buy you bubble tea and spend ludicrous amounts of money in a ‘vintage’ store on stuff that looks like something Gran threw away in 1983?’

IMAGINE MY DELIGHT then, when Belle agreed on an outing to Queen Elizabeth Olympic Park. Queen Elizabeth Olympic Park was created as a legacy of the 2012 London Olympics and sport, in many forms, from basketball to cycling, is still the main pull.

We were keen to visit though to ride the slide at ArcelorMittal Orbit.

I say ‘slide’ casually, like it could be one of those old metal ones that always used to terrify me in parks when Bee was a toddler. You know the ones? They were really tall and normally in the 90s they just had concrete around the bottom.

Anyway.

It is NOT that, although it is no less terrifying.

ArcelorMittal Orbit is actually the largest sculpture in the U.K. which I did not know. It was designed by Sir Anish Kapoor and has two viewing platforms with amazing views our over London. It is also home to the world’s longest, fastest and tallest tunnel slide.

Let’s get an idea of the scale shall we?

ArcelorMittal Orbit slide

Seen from the far side of the park, it doesn’t look too bad. Belle can basically fit it in her hand so how tall can it really be? View Post

As your children get older there are certain things that you come to realise may never happen again.

Some of them you positively look forward to ending – soft play for instance, and 6am wake ups on Sundays when you accidentally drank too much sambuca the night before – others you don’t realise you’re going to miss until it’s too late.

Dance shows fall into this category for me.

I don’t mean proper SHOWS, at school or in a church hall or whatever, I mean the kind of dance show where a chubby hand gives you a handmade ticket saying ‘Show starting NOW in the lounge!’ and you have to go and sit quietly on a box while your child improvises routines to their favourite songs.

Every time you clap and say ‘that was a fabulous show!’ they say ‘but it’s not done yet!’ and immediately think up a new dance.

At 15, Belle no longer dishes out those handmade tickets.

Sometimes though you’re allowed a little peek back at when they were younger, which is exactly what happened last night when we stayed at the Apex City of London Hotel near the Tower of London.

We’d had a bit of a stressful afternoon as we’d found ourselves walking TOWARDS a stadium just as a rugby match was finishing and everyone wanted to walk AWAY from it. It’s not Belle’s best thing. By the time we arrived at the hotel then we were feeling a bit frazzled. Fortunately the Apex Hotel is only a few minutes walk from Tower Hill station. (Its right by the Tower of London so if you fancy a family sight seeing trip over Easter then it’s ideal.) View Post