Nine months of pregnancy; nine months of excitement.  For me those nine months were a time when I was utterly bursting with anticipation to meet our little bundle, and blissfully unaware of the path that our lives were about to take.  So as we approach this coming week, and the 16th February, I am reflecting on nine months since the day that Teddy was born; nine months of loss.

I think we all know that feeling of walking into a hotel bathroom and thinking to ourselves, “This is so much better/ nicer/ thought out than my bathroom.”  Quickly followed by; “Why, is this so much bloody better?” and/or “Why is this not my bathroom?”

Other than my wonderful husband; there is one other true love in my life.  He is about thirty centimetres tall, likes wild days out and cosy nights in, and never fails to make me smile; no matter how sad things are.  I am, of course, talking about Boris.(He’s a pug by the way; just in case you hadn’t got the gist of this one from the title?)

It always surprises me how often I get asked about many of the smallest details and pieces in my home when I share a picture on Instagram.  I love that people care about the homely details as much as I do.  Faffing around with the never-ending details in our house gives me endless entertainment (see there’s that damn procrastination again); and sometimes I just use it as a way to focus my mind when I’m having a difficult day and thinking about Teddy.  I guess I’m often thinking about what I should be doing now; more often than not I’m overthinking.  So focusing on the details at home helps my vivid imagination from running wild.