iBlog Friday is our weekly roundup of Aussie bloggers. These Aussie writers will take us through all the highlights and lowlights of their parenting adventure this past week, including more than one Christmas freakout, a new anniversary called ‘The Monthiversary’, making sense of dinnertime, a serious struggle to breastfeed, a mum who escapes to drink cocktails, car trips with kids, a longing for community and the retro home where books used to live – the library.
The winning blog will be posted on Monday. Until then, happy reading.
The strangest thing about our surprise baby, is that I knew it would happen. Call it women’s intuition or call me a witch, but I knew. We weren’t planning anymore children that’s for sure, we had definitely put the cork on the old IVF needle and were delighted with our 2 girls.
Even when trying to get pregnant with The Flash I had called it quits with just one round of IVF. We had initially bought a 3 pack of IVF/ICSI rounds for 56,000SEK but halfway through the cycle I just couldn’t take it anymore...
Read the rest of Louise's post here.
After 36 years of feeling the earth beneath my feet, I am now back to getting around the place on all fours – and believe me it’s not nearly as cute as when I was crawling at 9 months old!
You see, yesterday was panning out to be a very relaxing Sunday. Swimming lessons were completed, Christmas lights were hung on the exterior of the house, grocery shopping was attended to and I even managed to slip over to the neighbour’s house for a coffee and a good old chin-wag...
Read the rest of Kathryn's post here.
I grew up in a home where sweets were reserved for birthday parties, and home baking was what we got when we wanted a treat. As soon as I developed any sort of autonomy, I used it to buy all of those goodies I had supposedly been deprived of. Soft drinks, lollies, chocolate, any of it, all of it. You name it, I wanted it. Throughout my twenties, I would tell people between mouthfuls of sour snakes that I could eat whatever I wanted and never put on weight. And it was true. Until I hit my thirties...
Read the rest of Joanna's post here.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that one of the most awkward topics to raise in discussion is the number on the scales. Be they friend or acquaintance, there is just no easy way to respond when somebody says "I need to lose weight." This statement was thrown at me from the other side of my reception desk today, delivered by a woman who usually says no more than "enjoy your weekend" while rushing back to work. Today however was different. She came in, tugging at her clothes and looking uncomfortable.