It’s terribly unBritish but I’m afraid I’m scared.

I’m going to put it out there.
I’m scared.
I don’t know if I’m ‘allowed’ to be but I am.

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Hey Wills, you’re not alone.

Last week, during a visit to Vietnam,  Prince William admitted he struggled with parenthood.

The internet was vicious!

HOW VERY DARE HE? cried Twitter.

“U don’t know meaning of struggle”*

“This man has no idea what it means to struggle in life”

*SLOW HAND CLAP* keep reading

“It’s been a bad day, please don’t take a picture”

I have debated long and hard whether I was going to share this post today.
I’m aware that it shows me at a terribly low point, at my worst and that makes me feel incredibly vulnerable.

Saying that, I started this blog largely to be humourous but more importantly to be an honest and hopefully relatable account of the joys of parenthood. Something that maybe someone could read and go “Thank God it’s not just me/my child”. Continue reading ““It’s been a bad day, please don’t take a picture””

“It ain’t no use putting up your umbrella till it rains.”

My name is Anna and I am a worrier.

I never used to worry, in fact in the BC years I was a ‘couldn’t carelesser’, but the minute I found out I was pregnant I started to worry.

Will I be a good incubator?
Will I want to eat coal?
How will I get this baby out? (Yes, I knew how nature intended me to remove it but I wasn’t convinced, I didn’t even read past week 33 in my ‘how to be pregnant book’ as it all started to get a bit icky).

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