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If Carlsberg Made.......

If Carlsberg Made....... Why oh why do men think us mums know the answers to everything when it comes to our babies? I mean, I know I stay at home with her all the time while I am on maternity leave, but it doesn't mean I'm a baby psychic! No, I know it isn't all men, some of you are super lucky to have a man who dives into those dirty nappies, insists he runs you a bath with candle light while he takes care of the baby for an hour and puts his own laundry in the wash. Lucky you!   But reality for me isn't the same, as you may have read throughout my blog. I love my partner a huge amount but boy is he a challenge.  'If Carlsberg Made Men, they were probably too drunk by the time they got to mine....' So that wonderful question he has asked me more times than I can count. "Why won't the baby stop crying?" I have had many different responses, here are 3 of my favourite, 1. If I...

Are You Feeding Her Yourself?

Are You Feeding Her Yourself? No... The dog does it. Don't get me wrong, if I know you then I honestly don't mind being asked that question. Its a common question to ask - not sure why, but apparently it is. If you've had a baby I'm sure you've been asked this many times. The conversation usually goes - Person -"Are you feeding her yourself?" *My brain instantly wants to respond with a sarcastic answer* Me- "No, bottle" Person - "Ah right" Or "That's easier than breast feeding" Or "At least the babies dad can help" That's about as far as it goes, I still don't understand the point in the question, but I still don't mind. Now for the part I do mind. Why do strangers ask me? To me it's a strange thing for a stranger who doesn't even know your name to be asking whether or not I am whipping my boob out for my baby. I always feel like they are going to judge me for ...