remember my last post? the one where i mentioned that i had just hit week 32 and was feeling a bit uncomfortable ( Read more... )

i am now firmly in the 3rd trimester. all systems are go. or they would be if i could peel myself off the sofa for long enough to accomplish anything ( Read more... )

alarmingly, my benefits are coming to an end. this is surprising seeing as how i was on a nicely constructed path whereby i stayed on jobseekers allowance till 29 weeks of pregnancy, switched to income support, claimed the surestart grant (£500 paid by the government to low income families to help with the cost of a baby) and carried on with my ( Read more... )

in under three month i'm going to have a baby and earlier today i cut my sandwhich into the shape of a sailboat...

the name of my post is a broad sweeping statement isnt it ( Read more... )

so apparently dan, you've found my blog. now get off it.
i love you and you are not going to find anything on here that's remotely me bitching about you or badmouthing you in any way.
but lets face it, i share everything with you. and not even my body is my own at the moment.
i need this to be mine.

my drama with student finance continues. they agreed to pay the remaining tuition fees which i had assumed (pretty logically) would resolve any issues and forgot all about it apart from to idly wonder what my graduation would be like. however, last thursday i recieved an email from the university to say that this hasnt resolved anything because ( Read more... )

i had a good day yesterday ( Read more... )

i am trying to write a horror story based on a brief moment i had walking through the supermarket. i spotted a small podium, laden with greenery which had the sign proclaiming them to be "living herbs". and i had one of those moments where you get a kick out of yourself for making an internal joke that will never be funny to anyone else except for ( Read more... )

i am very sick of not earning my own money. not being able to contribute to the bills is testing my sense of self suffiency. plus not working is depriving me of probably a very valuble chance to feel like what i do matters ( Read more... )