Hello and welcome to another episode of Happy Mum, Happy Baby, the podcast. This week I am delighted to have with me Mrs. Sarah Turner aka the Unmumsy Mum. Welcome!

Hello and welcome! For those of you who don't know Sarah is a blogger, she is huge on social media, I follow her every single mum I know follows her, she gives us all hope, she lets us all know that we are not alone, so I am delighted to have you here.

Thank you for having me, huge on social media and huge in real life for a feel it at the moment, it totally fakes me, just face the huge.

Well that's good, I love it, I love the hugeness right now. You are all huge, you are lovely size. I feel like a double deck of bus but there we go.

Third time around, do you feel bigger than the other two? It can be quite deceiving can't it? I can remember with Henry being like I have such a lovely neat bump.

And then James never having the heart to tell me actually I just kind of put weight on behind, from behind I was like well yeah, I am never really glowed but that's fine.

Oh really? I feel glowy, just my bonzer, I always think it's a bit mumpswet and permanently glowy.

Sarah tell me what kind of mum did you think you were going to be before you actually became a mum? Let's start there.

Probably kind of a classic case of expectation versus reality. I had all these ideas and visions of what I was going to be like as a mother.

And yeah, I basically failed to measure up to any of them because they were probably really unattainable in the first place.

I thought I was going to be like Maria from the sound of music to be honest. I just thought that there would be some kind of maternal almost like a cloak that would be bestowed upon me when I gave birth.

But then you would just know how to do things and you would just automatically be somebody that kind of glides through motherhood.

I imagined having at least one child strapped to my person at all times in some kind of a sling or a wrap that would be proficient at wrapping as I kind of made homemade foods.

I imagined myself kind of making homemade pesto and maybe even homemade pasta.

Because I'd have to time because the kids would be like napping on me or happy. And then what happened was basically.

I realized, I seem to realize that nothing is quite as straightforward as you imagine that it will be.

And I'm a nothing like them on my imagine. I don't think I'm a worse version of her. I'm just completely different and more realistic version.

So, you know, I never thought I would be one of those moms who shouts.

And I just have no patience as a mom compared to the patients I think I kind of acquired in everyday life.

So working stuff, I think I'm quite patient.

It's very repetitive though, is it?

It's just nothing. Nothing pushes your kind of in-patient frustration button like children that won't put their shoes on or children that sell you.

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