I had an antenatal appointment booked at my nearest hospital, which I assumed would be a general check up and maybe a scan. It was pretty much that. My SO and I went into the doctor’s room where a nurse sat on the edge of the ultrasound bed.
I use writing to explain my thoughts, to make sense of the things that I am feeling. Lately though, I have been somewhat not able to let it all out, keeping some things to myself. This, in part, is what has made me fall a little bit out of love with my blog. I feel …
General stats of the week: Good days: 1, Okay days: 5, Bad days: 1 Books read: Not Working by Lisa Owens Hours spent in the library: 4 Hot chocolates drank: at least 5 Times I’ve been on the look out for autumn clothing: 57,894
Being back in my hometown, I’m somewhat on alert whilst strolling down the high street. I look out for faces I recognise – from primary school, secondary school, old jobs – but mostly I’m wary to bump into my grandparents.
I care about you so much and I don’t even know you. We’ve never met face to face, I’ve never heard your voice, never even seen a photo of you. I know your first name. I know about the hard times you have had to go through. I’ve read your words.
General stats of the week: Good days: 1, Okay days: 4, Bad days: 2 Books read: Today Will Be Different by Maria Semple Books bought: 2 Times I’ve wished for autumn to arrive: 38,065 Ham and cheese toasties eaten: 4