We left London and the rat race in search of sun and a simpler life here in Spain. Ha! We arrived to the worst rain on record and had a gorgeous bouncing Bibsey to boot.
I found out I was pregnant (surprised and quite frankly over-the-moon) the week before we left for Spain. When I took my first pregnancy test I was literally up to my eyes in packing boxes. Undaunted we filled the car with all that we could carry, and two weeks, and a wedding in France (not ours), later I was flexing my linguistic muscles and making my first midwife’s appointment in rural Andalucia. There were tears at that appointment, and the next… more on that later I suspect.
Here I will write from the perspective of an expat mummy in Spain, about the ups and downs of living in Spain and the joys and humiliations of pregnancy, childbirth and parenting. I believe there is no such thing as Too Much Information. So, there may occasionally be a word or two on constipation, bowel movements (not just Bibsey’s, although it is of course a favourite topic) and piles.
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