Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

My experience with Premature Ovarian Failure, Donor Eggs, and IVF at the ripe old age of 25. I am going through something that I suspect many new moms do. I have been wondering, who am I? 8211; Wife.

And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been. My Nursling, Come and Gone. Wide, sleepy eyes gazing up at me. Chubby little baby fingers absentmindedly grasping my hand. Her warm body nestling against mine. My heart bursting at the seams with gratitude and affection. Watching her drift soundly off to sleep, content and safe. This is how I shall remember nursing my baby.

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Honeststatusupdateblog at gmail dot com. All manner of thing shall be well. My Cheap Version of Therapy. All the Sun For You. Two Adults, One Child. Cutting myself a whole forest of slack. Checking in, in bullet points.

A couple of weeks ago, I was introduced to the idea of appreciative compliments. This is an act in which you give compliments to people around you focusing specifically on what you appreciate about them instead of attaching the compliment to a physical attribute.

My Mum, a wealth of knowledge and inspiration often asks me thought provoking questions which make me wonder about stuff and things. Like you know, stuff and things, the deep stuff and things. We as women can be hard on ourselve.

New mom to girl-girl twins after a battle with infertility. Join me on my journey as I figure this parenting thing out. At least we know that she is picking up on it even though she may not be using it in the correct context. All I want for Christmas is a box. Keeps me entertained for hours.