Alright it's about time I updated this sucker.
I don't really know where to start. Farrah is well and asleep in the next room, thank goodness, she wasn't sleeping well before but I haven't heard a peep from her now so fingers crossed she's having a good rest, she deserves it. I am so lucky to have her, let alone her being so happy and healthy. Over the past week I have heard of so many stories of mothers having to bury their babies and it's so heartbreaking I have to go and give Farrah a big kiss and a cuddle and thank God that she is so wonderful.
I have been trying to listen to my inner guide, or my ~ing as Gabby would say, more closely to try and hear what I am missing. A few things that have taken me by surprise have been when I thought "How am I going to teach Farrah to be an ~ing girl when I am doing such a poor job of it myself?" and almost instantly I heard "Don't worry, she will teach you." I was shocked. Then my ego kicked in with it's usual blabbing and over exaggerating I had to think of something else. My fiancee` and I are trying to buy a house, or at least we're looking to buying land and then building on it so we can give Farrah her own room, and us our own space, and my ego has been running wild with it. "How on earth can you afford that?" "You don't even have a job" etc etc but I keep hearing "Stay positive and keep moving in the direction you want..."
Oops... BRB.
Sorry, Farrah just woke up with a tummy ache so I have been her little cheer squad while she did a poop. YAY. I never thought I would be so happy about poo, oh how your life changes when you become a mum! Hopefully now she'll get some much needed uninterrupted sleep.
I have got more to say but it's now 'play time' and I must be off. This post is very unstructured and I am not really sure if it says anything at all. I'll get there. Thanks for reading!
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