During our weekly catch-up, my friend told me she’s pregnant again.
As with her fiancé, it was a discovery that brought on many exclamations of “f*ck — how did this happen?” before later turning to joy at joining the “we’re having a baby” tribe for the second time.
What she said after revealing the impending arrival of another small person into our fold resonated.
“The thing is, I love being pregnant. What I hate about being pregnant is everyone telling me what I should and shouldn’t do while I’m pregnant.”
The list of things women are told they should and…
Like many women, I’m a good girl.
Since leaving the womb forty-something years ago, I’ve worked hard to meet the societally imposed obligation to always put my pretty face forward. This involves long nurturing an aversion to grey hair, which over the last 15 years has seen me spend countless hours — and thousands of pounds — obliterating offensive greys.
But now I’m in a quandary.
Over time, I’ve increasingly felt my hair dyeing regime is becoming a drain on my time, energy, and bank account. …
Aussie turned Brit. Workaholic perfectionist (reformed). Non-conformist (practising). Television maker by day. Writer for the fun of it by night.