Category: TTC
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I don’t know YOU don’t know.
A thing I have learnt in the past year or two is that you don’t know what you haven’t experienced for yourself. You just don’t know until you know. I didn’t know, what it was like. Until I knew. Until it was carved onto me. And I can see it, see it in others. They don’t know.…
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Dear Today,
I loved you. But I’ve hated your guts. You were an extension of this weekend and everything it held. Before now, I wouldn’t have thought one weekend could have held so many emotions. Experiences. Moments. What were you thinking? Really. Today, I laughed with you. Cried at your insensitivity and raged at your unfairness. Smiled and felt…
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I fell from higher than a wagon…
Dark clouds roll in Last year leading up to Christmas things were going well. Very well indeed. I was at the gym. I had lost some major cm’s, I was planning and eating well. All good. And then I fell of the wagon. And the wagon was atop of five story building. That is how…
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It’s beginning to feel a lot like nothing…
image – we heart it I love Christmas. You know this. I was talking about Christmas in September for goodness sake. But this year, there is something missing. There is no excitement. We haven’t shopped, there is no tree, we have only one concrete plan for the season. My Christmas party was in November for goodness sake.…
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Waiting is waiting is waiting
Something has been dancing around in my head. A question. Once asked has never left. Do you think it is the same. She asked. For you as it is for me. We both long for a baby. I have a husband, she said, I am much closer. It’s closer to a reality so it must…
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Decisions, Decisions
I need a little advice from my TTC readers – past and present. If you don’t know what TTC is, I’m not talking to you, carry on scrolling down and read the post about me hating fat people or Safari’ing in South Africa. nothing to see here. If you think you can help. Please read…
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I guess it is just the luck of the draw…
I visited a home today where a young couple lives with their four children. Four boisterous boys. Four boys that are challenging their parents. Pushing the limits of their patience and their fences. The eldest is in school. The youngest barely crawling. so that would make it 4 under 7 or 8, right? And another on the way. Busy…
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What to Expect when you are NOT Expecting…
You can expect to wander the baby book isles and take sneaky photos with your camera for your blog so you can write this post that has been stewing in your head for a while. Or not. That could just be me. You see I wandered into this whole TTC thing with no idea what…
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On our street there is a house, my house…
And in my house, there is this room. It has two windows, a door and a three door built in robe. It is across the hall from my office. It is the closest room to ours, considering that all the other bedrooms are quite separate to ours. Kelvin will often call it the baby’s room. I can’t…
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So it turns out, I am a rank amateur…
I was stumbling my way through blogs late last night. A veritable rabbit hole of blogs stemming from the blog rolls of new followers, old followers and followers of followers. I wasn’t looking FOR anything in a particular, I was just interested. it started put as boredom and a bit of curiosity of who these newbie are (Hi!). And…
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