It’s me. Hi.

2am.

I should really be sleeping.

But there’s dishes piled up on the kitchen bench from dinner. And I know if I don’t do them now, they’ll very well marinate there till after breakfast.

But I’ll stay here a little longer. Procrastinating. Tiny hand on my chest. Nips nearly chewed off. Getting as many squishy snuggles I can get. Because this time tomorrow night, I’ll be longing for it.

I’m Alex. And I’ve decided this is the perfect time to begin. Because, mum logic.

And because I get inspired at ungodly hours, and impulsive when passionate about something.

I can’t say I’ve navigated my first trip around the sun as a mum alone, although I am one to ponder deep into my thoughts, find peace in solitude and fuck up before I ask for help. 

No, I lie. I don’t ask for help. Should I?

Anyway. I’m sharing with you. Raw and vulnerable. Comfortably unjustified. Mum to mum. To mum to-be. To anyone who is merely interested. 

There’s a lot of thoughts, research, personal experiences, evidence, support and love that deserves this space. That I want to let you in on. That perhaps I also selfishly want to get off my chest.

Are you here for it?