Prenatal Class: You want to do what???

Prenatal Class: You want to do what???

We just spent theĀ  weekend perched on uncomfortable chairs in a windowless room. Torture as preparation for parenthood? Not quite. We were at prenatal class, having opted for a 12-hour, let’s-just-get-this-done weekend instead of six weeks of classes. And it was really good (except for the aforementioned chairs. Where do colleges find these things?). Much … Continue reading

The Gear: Part II

The Gear: Part II

Okay, so it seems I was woefully misinformed! After posting my list of gear we plan to get for the Pretzels, I received a whackload of great advice from mums near and far. Namely: I am not ready for the poop! I am thus updating my list so that it has MANY more muslin/swaddling cloths … Continue reading

A package from home!

A package from home!

My beautiful mother has just emptied Australia Post of its entire stamp supply to send over a box of goodies for the Pretzels. The timing couldn’t have been better, because today we are six months pregnant! I can hardly believe how quickly this is all zipping by. Next thing you know, the snow will be … Continue reading

The gear

The gear

A good friend of mine in Australia, who is also laden with a growing bump, asked me the other day what kind of gear we’re looking at needing for the Pretzels. It was curiosity on her part, but bloody good impetus for me to actually delve into the parenting books to make a list. (This wasn’t too big an ask. I love making lists.) Continue reading

A note to Kate, re. the Royal Bump

A note to Kate, re. the Royal Bump

Darling Kate, Given recent events, it seems a good time to sit down over some tea and scones to offer a bit of friendly advice from someone older and wiser in the ways of pregnancy. (I am, after all, a month ahead of you.) Think of this as a concerned colonial’s note to a future queen. Continue reading

How to make a sprogged-up gal feel special

How to make a sprogged-up gal feel special

It isn’t too hard to win over a pregnant lady. No, it doesn’t have to involve food (although that helps) and foot rubs (ditto). Rather, with all of this weird body-morphing and life-changing going on, the most touching moments can be the simplest. Presenting three examples from this week: Continue reading

A small slice of childhood, from me to them

A small slice of childhood, from me to them

They are small and inconsequential, these mementos from childhood. A tiny necklace here. A dull money box there. A book, out of date, with your parent’s handwriting on the opening page. These are the things that shaped your early life, and maybe, just maybe, they’ll shape lives after yours. Continue reading