In my defence, I didn’t mean to throw a spider at him

Two nights ago, I was feeding Evelyn at some godawful hour, when I felt the pitter patter of tiny feet scurry across my forehead. I reached up and grasped something with too many legs and way too much exoskeleton for my liking. With minimal freaking out because Evie was asleep on my chest, I grabbed the spider, flinging it across the room.

Or at least, that’s what I tried to do.

Instead of the spider flying across the room, I threw it onto the bare chest of my almost sleeping husband, making him do the spider dance in the dark.

It wasn’t my finest moment.

On the bright side, neither of us got bitten and in the light of day, it’s amusing me. Even if I am now checking my bedding for stray spiders more than is healthy.

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I’ve been writing a lot of things lately.

At Ramp Up:

My Disabled Body, My Choice

Although eugenics is widely condemned today, the practice of shaming disabled women for having babies continues.

Recently I was the victim of a comment implying that because I am disabled, I should not have had children. I’ll leave aside arguments like the fact that I also pay taxes, and instead focus on the implication that I should not have had children because I have a genetic mutation that causes issues with mobility. Read more.

At The Shake:

Perception is more important than reality.

A few months back, I set up a new account on twitter, in order to promote some of the genre fiction I’m writing under a pen name. It’s been a hard slog, but today I can let you know that my pen name has twelve followers. Thirteen if we count the one tumblr follower I have. Read More.

Breastfeeding and Supplemental Formula.

Two weeks ago I put my fourteen month old daughter on supplemental formula under the guidance of a Dietician working through the Royal Hobart Hospital.

I remember reading somewhere, back when I was pregnant with Evelyn still, that formula will not poison your child and breast milk will not make her fly. I chanted that as a litany in my head when, as a neonate in special care, she required formula through her NG tube as my milk came in. Read More.

What are you afraid of Mr Prime Minister?

Tony Abbott’s behaviour is not that of a man confident in his leadership, or his power. He’s been elected to the office of Prime Minister, but instead of grabbing the job with both hands and doing it for Australia, he’s been hiding away in an office, refusing to let the people of Australia see him have an opinion on anything. Read More.

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How are you, Internet? Any spider stories to share?