Mat leave is over

Yesterday was my last official day of maternity leave; a very reluctant end to 7.5 months of the most magnificent/mundane time of my life. I have been drugged, cut open and had an organ (and a glorious baby boy) removed. I have been pooed on, something that I thought only happened in German sex clubs. […]

Maternity leave

Going on maternity leave is surprisingly confronting. Under normal circumstances, the thought of taking 7.5 months off would be ultra-appealing. Hello South East Asian beach holiday! Hello road trip! Hello involved, self-indulgent creative project! But no, not this time. I’m headed for the unknown horrors of the post-natal gulag which is, quite frankly, scary. I […]