New(ish) mum Samantha Dooey-Miles is charting her life in doodles. This week, well, it’s been tough.

This week has been hard. First there were the two pregnancy tests I had to take. TV leads you to believe peeing on a stick is a simple task. Reality leads me to believe I am either too stupid or built entirely differently to actresses, as I find the endeavour almost impossible.

doodlebug-hardThe first test I managed to ruin (read: definitely peed on my own hands). The second told me my womanly intuition is crap (read: definitely not pregnant).

No second baby is a positive thing, given my first one has developed a passion for public screaming. In the same way X-Factor contestants cannot imagine life without singing, she seems unable to contemplate an existence without seriously losing the rag as a core part of her being.

I thought the terrible twos was when this fun started; aged just one she is currently as terrible as I am sure I can possibly handle.

To top this all off I am suffering from my umpteenth cold since the baby started nursery. I anticipated a few rough days with all the new germs flying about. Two months in, I’m starting to fear I have a terminal cold.

On Sunday morning I wept actual tears as I found myself so pathetically ill I couldn’t face eating a fry up that had been cooked for me. This is surely a sign death is imminent. Or that I enjoy fried food too much.

See Samanthas previous doodles here.


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Written by Samantha Dooey-Miles

Sam is a first-time mum doodling and blogging her way through teething, nappies and the constant struggle of never quite being sure whether she lives in Essex or London. Find her blog at anewessexgirl.com.