I’m sitting here comfortably, waiting in the very Zen -like, luxurious ClinicBe, in Chelsea, (just behind Harrods, for the avid shoppers) waiting for the Emla cream to work. Today I’m giving myself back the 2 years of sleepless nights stolen by my toddler, along with all the self-inflicted stresses and strains of having a 6 year old in private school – still a year to go until seven plus but trying to keep up with the helicopter parents, pushing their children above and beyond and I’m in the same boat with a very unwilling (poor) son, rowing away frantically! Continue Reading

If that isn’t a good enough advertisement I don’t know what is! However, this isn’t an advert it’s a review. My title clearly reveals my overall opinion though.

You may remember back to my previous post: my consultation with Dr Khan, the celebrity cosmetic doctor. Way back when I was 8 months pregnant. I didn’t know what was going to hit me. How tired I was going to feel and look and therefore how much more I was going to ‘need’ some serious anti-ageing afterwards! Well, I’m over the worst now; the extreme sleep deprivation, the two hour naps at night at best and I’ve come through the other end. I’ve been chewed, swallowed and spat out by the a newborn. Don’t get me wrong, it’s worth every minute and it doesn’t last that long although at the time it feels like it’s going to last a lifetime. Everyone tells you that and it’s true! Continue Reading

Oh god! Where to start today? I have million of things going through my head, some of which I am happy to share, others which I am not so. I’m alone again today so you know what that means; immature mummy-to-be Pregnantcitygirl is lonely and bored (‘don’t use that word, it’s a horrible word!’). I’m watching ‘This Morning’ (what a load of old rubbish) and sitting in bed (again) my bottom becoming increasingly numb the longer I sit here laptop fittingly perched on  my lap! Continue Reading