At work some of my colleagues are *this* close to openly laying bets on when I’ll get pregnant. Seriously. Some ask me to my face, others gossip about it in the kitchen. And I know the ones who aren’t discussing it publicly are probably still thinking it privately.
Since I got married it’s been happening with unsettling frequency. Liam and I have discussed making one of those in/out slider signs for my desk, saying ‘not pregnant/ definitely not pregnant’. Continue reading “Not pregnant / Definitely not pregnant”
How often do you stop, drink in the moment, and realise that you’re happy? For me, it’s not something I usually do enough. But right now, I can’t help but think it on a daily basis. I’m supremely, ridiculously, smugly happy. No apologies. The problems that used to make me reach for the fluoxetine or citalopram haven’t gone away (in fact, they’ve probably got worse) … Continue reading The Happiest Girl in the World
I’d been telling some of my friends for weeks that I was going to lose my job, but some just point blank refused to believe it. I reckon they thought they were cheering me up, saying “I’m sure they wouldn’t sack you for failing an exam” or “You probably did better than you think”. It took a lot of restraint for me not to scream … Continue reading It. Did. Happen.