As I write this post, my beautiful son Theo (aka Teddy) is fast asleep beside me with his little clasped fist resting on my leg. It feels so surreal to type those words – my son. It feels even more surreal to say them out loud.
I. Am. A. Mummy.
Surreal, but the most magical feeling in the entire world. Nothing and nobody will ever convince me otherwise.
I started blogging when I was 19 and although I loved writing (and it’s just as well, since my writing pays my share of the bills) I never really knew what to write about. Nine-to-five, seven days a week, I had it all figured out and my shit together. But when it came to writing content for myself, I kind of just flopped and before long, I gave up the ghost and stopped blogging altogether. Perhaps I’d have stuck with it, had I started at any other time in my life other than when I had just graduated from studying towards a degree in journalism, and had bought my first house – which in itself, was a huge job. But admittedly, I bit off more than I could chew and thus my blog was cast to the back of my mind.
Throughout my pregnancy, I toyed with the idea of blogging about my experiences in the hopes it might help another first-time mum with no idea what to expect, who wanted to hear what it was like from another real-life mum and not from a know-it-all app which felt like it was claiming pregnancy was a one-size-fits-all experience. The amount of times I had to Google Is X,Y,Z normal in the X trimester is shocking. Most of the time, I discovered that what I was experiencing was entirely normal, yet by reading through the super-medical information to hand in the apps, you really wouldn’t think so. But then, the morning sickness kicked in, then the clicky hips and sleepless nights, and it was a miracle I made it through the day and got my actual job done – so blogging once again became a no-go.
Now, after years of owning a pretty little corner of the internet but never actually doing anything worthwhile with it, I feel like I have found my niche. I feel so, truly blessed to be a mummy and not only do I want to sing it from the rooftops, but I want to use my own experiences as a young, first-time mama managing a home, career and social life whilst raising the most beautiful tiny human, to help another new or expectant mummy to navigate the new and crazy, wonderful chapter of her life.
So, if you’re here for the long haul, strap in mamas…it’s going to be one hell of a ride.