new begins

well, I've been a bit of a bad blogger. A truly terrible one in fact.

Over the last few months, life has been a bit of a whirlwind. Not only have we relocated, The Frenchman's business has grown rapidly, I've stopped working, and we've welcomed this little lady in to the world.

Any woman who has given birth, will tell you how quickly you forget about the pains of pregnancy and labour, but what they don't tell you is how you also forget the lack of sleep, the temporary feeling off loss of identity and control of your life, and the fear that you always smell a little bit like baby sick. But would I change it? Not on my life.

And so it is, that 12 weeks after arriving in our world, I find little Miss A asleep in her own cot, in her own room (a happy and terribly sad occasion in equal measures), and find myself twiddling my thumbs, wondering what on earth it is that people who aren't pacing about trying to rock babies to sleep do with their evenings. So perhaps I'll have a little more time again to give my poor neglected blog a bit of attention. Who knows, maybe I'll even dust off my sewing machine next!