People are taking guesses as to what we are having based on the shape of my bump

"I’m not sure where I thought I was going, but underwear-wise, I was either feeling highly optimistic about what I would be getting up to in hospital or in complete denial as to how in bits I would be after the birth."

"Throwing himself to the ground, Ted cries out, leaving me feeling like I'm officially the worst mother in the world because I have meandered over to the playground minus snacks."

This week Ted is revelling in his crowning glory and rubbing salt into poor Daddy's increasingly receding hairline

"At the risk of bottle-shaming my son, I’m pretty sure this is our fifth bottle of the night, which given the fact we haven’t even hit the nine o’clock news is too much bottle."

This week I attempt to network at a comedy festival while simultaneously wrestling coffee capsules from Ted and running in flip flops

I’m sure I found the heat just as tricky when pregnant with Ted in the summer of 2020, but this time it feels a lot more oppressive

Because the house-move has dragged on a bit, this was the week I rolled up my sleeves, channelled my latent múinteoir and told Fred we are getting the last bits done if it kills us

Both my husband and toddler are high-energy extroverts, while my idea of a dream holiday is sitting alone in a darkened room staring into space

Much like I wore Fred down initially and tricked him into our relationship, so too has Fred worn me down and convinced me to book a holiday in the sun