A doodle of Beta Mummy having a smear test

Even Beta Mummy Remembers Her Smear Test…


Ugh, I know.  It’s not my favourite part of being a woman, either.  But of all the things to prioritise, of all the times that it’s important to practise a bit of self-care, getting your smear tests (cervical screening) done regularly has got to be near the top of the list.  

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Getting Naked with Beta Mummy


If you’ve given birth to a child or children, chances are you’ve got what the media like to refer to as a “mum bod”, or a “mummy tummy”.  Few of us manage to escape unscathed from the rigours and strain of growing, carrying, birthing and nurturing a baby over nine months and beyond.  But aren’t we supposed to lose the…

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Beta Mummy, Gym Bunny?


Recently, in a moment of madness and oh-my-god-what-has-happened-to-my-body, I joined my local gym.  I didn’t actually intend to join the gym that day – I walked in on a bit of a whim merely to enquire.  The next thing I knew I was signing a direct debit form and being handed a membership card.

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Doodle of Beta Mummy doing a zip wire off the end of Bournemouth Pier. The harness is highly unflattering and there are almost definitely sharks circling beneath her. But she is wearing some lovely Hotter shoes, so it's all good.

Staring Death in the Face with Hotter


Before I had my kids, I was always up for adventure.  Adrenaline junkie is probably too strong a term – I never had the urge to try bungee jumping or base jumping, or any other kind of jumping in fact – but I definitely enjoyed the buzz I would get from pushing the boundaries of my comfort zone.  I love…

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Sunday lunch, the Beta Mummy way


I love a roast dinner.  Depending on my mood, my favourite is either roast lamb or roast pork.  Or roast chicken.  Or beef.  Basically I love roasted animal of any kind – but in my mind it’s all about the roast potatoes, the perfect roast potato is a glorious thing.  The thing about roast dinner is that there are a…

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The Easter Beta Bunny.


Happy Easter everyone!  May your little darlings be little darlings, may family arguments over the last mini egg be few, may the hot cross buns be plentiful, and may you get the odd quiet moment here and there to enjoy a hot cup of tea (a.m.) and/or a nice big glass of wine (p.m.)*  🙂

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That’s Not My Body…


My kids and I have always loved the Usborne “That’s Not My…” series of books. One day I was reading my little ‘un one of the books, and I wondered what a mum’s version might look like…

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I Can’t Have It All…


Women can have it all these days, so they say.  We can be mothers and sex goddesses and ambitious career women, and can generally achieve great things.  We can. One could. But right now I’m failing at all of the above.

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I’m a Beta Mummy, breastfeeding


You know what, I have been putting off doing a doodle about breastfeeding for so long, and despite many requests.  Why, I hear you cry?  Because,dear reader, along with the whole fandango/sunroof birth thing (also not doodled as yet), it’s just so bloody contentious.  Whatever you say, and whatever angle you take, the nutcases crawl out of the woodwork and…

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Be(ta) My Valentine…


The vomit-inducing avalanche of red and pink hearts, novelty chocolates and fluffy handcuffs bombarding my senses every time I leave the house or switch on the TV can only mean one thing…the January sales are far behind us and it’s time to crack on with the next Capitalist date in the diary – Valentine’s Day.

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