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That moment when I exhaled…
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Dear Max We recently went for a very detailed scan at a foetal specialist, and had a blood test too, which would indicate if I had a high or low risk of Down Syndrome. I last saw this doctor when you were 20 weeks old, and he was exactly as I remembered him – kind, thorough, patient, knowledgable and generally awesome. The kind of...

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Morning, noon and night sickness
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Dear Max The other day you asked me why I’m often feeling sick – I sometimes tell you I need to lie down because I’m nauseous, or I can’t do this and that because I don’t feel well. And now you know. I can’t remember feeling this ill when I was pregnant with you, though I do remember feeling horrible. I guess the body...

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What do I call this blog now?
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Dear Max With you, before the two lines on the pregnancy test, and the blood test, I *knew* I was pregnant when I felt a slight twinge on my lower right side, and the cat slept on that side of my stomach the whole night before the test. It was a feeling. After then, my pregnancy symptoms came swiftly and with strength – my...

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Remembering the days when friendships were so much our life
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Dear Max A few weeks ago we celebrated my amazing friend Ally’s 40th birthday, which saw her here from London, along with Claire from Vancouver. Add Gabi to the mix, and there we were, old and dear school friends, reminiscing about everything from wild nights out and holidays together to ex boyfriends and poor life choices (some of which actually involved wild nights out...

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The more things change, the more they stay the same
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Dear Max At the beginning of this year I was feeling so restless, like I needed a change. Perhaps it was having been on honeymoon and then a holiday by the sea. Perhaps everything often looks greener on the other side. Perhaps I really did need a reboot. I fantasised about going to live somewhere else, no matter how impractical – the Midlands, Sweden,...

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What I think about when you do karate
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Dear Max This year you started karate and let’s just say that if there was one thing you’d hate us to take away if you were naughty (which you aren’t), this would be it. I think you’d sooner give up Minecraft, sushi and Animal Planet than karate classes twice a week. It’s one of my best things watching you – I learn so much...

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This is not your typical birthday post
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Dear Max Many birthday posts have similar themes: “What I learnt in my 30s”, “40 things to do before I’m 40”, “40 things I want to do in my 40s”, “A letter from my 40-year-old self to my 20-year-old self”, or “30 things I know in my 30s that I didn’t know in my 30s”. Me, I just want to mention random and more...

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What I adore about Paris
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Dear Max If there is a place that makes my heart go aflutter, and where every of its corners interests me and gladdens my senses, it’s Paris. I think I loved it before I even when there when I was 18, and if there’s a place that doesn’t tire me or lose flavour, it’s Paris. It’s the most visited city in the world, which...

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Why I will probably always cry on your first day of school
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Dear Max Yesterday you started grade one, and much like every school start day, there were tears. From me. In fact, on most significant school days (graduation, plays, sports) I’m left with tear-soaked cheeks, snotty tissues and a gratitude for waterproof mascara because there’s something so pride-worthy and contentment-building about seeing your child happy, active, progressive and learning. So why do I still get...

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We want a camping… sort of. In our garden.
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Dear Max Towards the time of Chanukah/Christmas gift buying last year, you started speaking about a tent as a gift, and wanting to go camping. My camping days are over, and these days, I like my amenities close at hand (ablutions, wifi, kettle etc). Still, I thought a tent could be something cool – for sleepovers in our garden, and camping elsewhere with other...

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You, on holiday
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Dear Max This isn’t a post about how wonderful our holiday was (which it really was), and how much we kicked back, had fun and filled our days with virtually no agendas or stresses. Rather, I thought I’d give you a little breakdown on what you got up to on holiday, what you loved, and what made you laugh. It’s a travel journal of...

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And this is my wish for my life in 2016  (and forever)
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Dear Max Forget thinner thighs, better lifestyle habits and a better work-home balance (even though I will mostly still strive for those)… this is what I want for myself. The poet Mary Oliver put it like this: “When it’s over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms....

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Here comes the bride… almost
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Dear Max While writing this, I’m in the hairdresser getting baby lights, and if you had to see me you’d probably chuckle – I have bits of foil all over my head while my hair gets a new lease of life, or light. The next time I come here it will be on the day of the wedding, which is exciting and terrifying. I’m not...

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Brilliant advice, from someone much smarter than me
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Dear Max I came across this post on Facebook, written by UK writer and journalist Caitlin Moran, which was originally published in The Times. It’s called “Posthumous advice for my daughter” and when I read it I laughed, had tears well up, and felt a bit moved. It’s brilliant, and I had to share: “Look – here are a couple of things I’ve learnt on...

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A little catch-up (and no, I won’t glorify being busy)
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Dear Max Let me start by saying that my last month has been challenging, full (I hate using the word “busy” as everyone is actually busy), exciting, tiring and full of much-needed lessons. During the last month, you have learnt to read, danced your heart out to Gangnam Style regularly, and hosted your aunt Carla at Grandparents Day (or in our case, Special People...

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14 words that made me the happiest mom ever
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Dear Max Last week you got your first reading assignment for home, which I had sign for (ie sign that you had done the assignment). On a Thursday night, you flipped open a thin reading book, and lo and behold, you read it! You read short sentences, and every word (around 14 of them). And it didn’t matter that there was no plot, conclusion...

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