All tagged mum blog
I remember sitting in my bathroom wearing my boyfriends hoody staring at the two red lines appearing on my very own pregnancy test. I was 21 years old, just over two thirds of the way through my dance performance degree and commuting to London on a daily basis.
My first born was three on thursday *cries*. Although the thought of her growing up too quickly makes me want to lock her away in that cupboard under the stairs from a life of boys, tweezers and comparison. I am completely embracing the years I have left to throw her birthday parties with my influence, my colour scheme, and where she still thinks I'm cool.