About Me

This blog is about me and my voyage to becoming a mummy. Ironically called “mummy in the baking” as together with my passion and obsession for all things cake related, I will never be able to have my own "bun in the oven." Years of fertility treatment have taken their toll and I now find myself on a new..eek, i hate this word...journey! The crazy train to adoption. I hope you will join me while I bake my way to becoming a mummy. I want this blog to be a source of information as well as a comforter. I hope it will inspire and help anyone who is considering adoption or who has in fact already bought their ticket for this..here I go again...journey. Cake makes me happy and I hope you will enjoy sharing my love of it. I want it to help lift your spirits and hearts through what can only be described as 'the trials and tribulations of the adoption process.' Along with my desire to be a family, I love my dogs, have an unhealthy love of sausages and chenin blanc, adore my land rover uber-nerd of a husband and continiously dream of balmy summer evenings. Baking in progress…..

Friday, 29 March 2013

A sure thing....

Why is it that nothing in life is ever guaranteed?  Or maybe that's just my world but there always seems to be something we are aspiring for in life which entails an element of luck and hope. I pity the next poor unsuspecting soul that blesses me with one of my all time favourites..."aah.... fingers crossed it all works out for you" as I fear I may actually punch them. Well, I won't really as I'm such a pansy but they'll still  get a right old mental bollocking.  I hate that expression. Why can't some things in life just be definite? Guaranteed. A sure thing. I guess that would  make life pretty dreary and predictable but just for once, for me, I would like a piece of certainty. You will be a family by the end of the year. Done. Dusted. For sure. I hope I'm not sounding impatient.  I guess I'm just feeling this way as its been a week of strange news. A breakdown in another potential match which resulted in Little Miss Rainbow losing a bit of her shine and this makes me sad.  This together with the tragic news of a stillborn to a friend just proves that you just never know how things are going to turn out. Nothing is ever certain. I now realise that even if I could have a baby the old fashioned way by bonking as my Granny D would say, I would never enjoy that pregnancy. After four miscarriages, it would always be the case of " fingers crossed, it all works out for you"  I remember on my last IVF cycle, a friend saying she was crossing everything crossable for me that it worked.....Well she clearly wasn't crossing her legs was she? All proven by the arrival of her twins (hahaha.... I knows she's reading this so..so sorry Mrs Curly Wurly, I couldn't resist.... giggling...still love you.) So who knows where this crazy adoption train will take us. Destination unknown.
I'll tell you what is a sure thing though.... The delicious soft squigyness of a sugar crusted pear and almond cake baking away in my oven. The kitchen smells nutty and sweet and I am certain this is gonna taste just fabulous. Well...fingers crossed it does.


  1. Glad you didn't punch me when I was crossing nearly everything for you!!! Love you too!!...and now EVERYTHING is firmly crossed for you!!
    Mrs Curly Wurly xxxxxx

    PS, think your idea of a champers cake party is a fab one x