31… eek!


Today is my birthday! I feel very blessed to be spending it with my gorgeous little baby boy. A year ago I had just found out I was pregnant which certainly softened the blow of leaving my 20s behind and turning the dreaded 30. Despite my joy that the IVF had been successful I still never allowed myself to entertain the idea of actually having a baby a year later. It was just too hard to imagine after the ordeal we had faced.

So the fact that a year has passed and the stressful pregnancy has resulted in a beautiful baby is a dream come true. I feel so grateful that my prayers and wishes were answered.

I have more to be grateful for too. Firstly I have made amends and rebuilt my relationship with a very old and special friend whom I had fallen out with and secondly my lovely mummy has been given a clean bill of health. So this year as I celebrate with my husband by my side and my baby in my arms I will feel so contented and at peace.




Shit. In two days I turn 30. How did this happen? I thought I was Peter Pan, I’m not supposed to grow up. I feel about 16. I happen to look about 16 too. Aged 28, the staff on easyjet asked me to move from the emergency exit seats as they are only suitable for those over 16.

In my mind ones twenties represent being young and carefree, with life being full of endless possibilities. In contrast, ones thirties are synonymous with mortgages, eye-creams and radio 4. I think it dawned on me that I was approaching 30 when I actually began to like Radio 4 more than Radio 1, and some of the clothing in Topshop suddenly seemed a bit young for me.

I expected to have a baby by 30. Being 29 has been exceptionally crap, so despite my reservations being 30 can only be an improvement. Plus I have a delightful weekend planned with my friends and family to mark the occasion.

For some positivity and great life lessons for life at 30 read this: http://www.markmanson.net/10-life-lessons-excel-30s

Oh and happy almost birthday to me!