I’m not scared of the pain, I have zero qualms about taking an epidural if I find I can’t bear it. I’m not worried about the baby’s safety or mine. But, it’s just, I’m not READY to have a baby. I should have probably thought of this before the eve of my due date. I guess I always assumed I’d be a natural parent, while A may have to get used to the sidelines.
T-minus-2 Days My mother is at home. She bustles around the kitchen, making dishes that taste like my childhood. A hasn’t been home very much, he has a baby of his own in the form of his company. So I pounce upon my mum and get her to come shopping with me (aka hold my… Continue reading Birth Story Part I: The Final Countdown
The day I got my period, I remember thinking, “Ooh, now I’ll be able to have a baby!” Not – I hope I don’t stain my favourite pair of shorts. Not – hmm, these cramp things aren't much fun. No, I skipped straight ahead to the good bit, namely the baby; wedding/husband along the way optional.