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Big Babies?

Posted on February 12, 2016

I don’t often talk about my births… but I read this the other week and while at my Chiropractor this morning having my pelvis realigned, I kinda thought I might like to put in my two bobs worth. Big Baby Article – Huffington Post: Australia What is classified as a big baby for one, perhaps isn’t for another; it might be fucking gigantic, or even just average for some and then for a few with WonderVagina superhero blood running through her veins, it’s small. According to the article published in the Huffington Post, it appears that the accepted large baby cut off is 8lb 13 oz and, that a great chunk of expecting mums are being told that there baby is ‘bigger than average’,…

Decade; heart for a heart.

Posted on March 19, 2015

The smell of coffee draws on many memories for me; lazy Sunday’s with my hubby sipping on homemade lattes; of a busy cafe when I’m catching up with girlfriends I haven’t seen in weeks; of my Pop waiting patiently at the kitchen table for his mug of black loveliness; but more often than not its a memory of my Mum. I can still see her sitting relaxed at the table in the caravan, or out on the front porch sitting in a chair when we moved into our house, menthol ciggie perched between her long nailed fingers, head in a book, she loved to read, puffing away like Thomas and gulping her white-with-one-saccharine-tablet as she flips a page. Fuck I miss her. It’s the…

Third Born

Posted on February 17, 2015

I suppose it makes sense to begin with my earliest memory. Not all my blogs will be memories but I think it’s a good start. I was not quite five years old. Four years and ten months to be exact. It was the middle of June, 1980, wet and fucking cold. At some point my parents moved to Ballarat, the arse end of the world! Mum would travel “home” to Hopetoun, in Northwestern Victoria to deliver my two younger sisters. I was born in Hopetoun too, in 1975. My parents were raised in the area and lived there at the time. However for this particular drive from Ballarat to Hopetoun, a three and a half hour epic journey when you’re a kid, the youngest child’s birth was imminent. I am…