A few weeks ago I cried at the hospital. It was the end of a prenatal class where we’d been talking about the birthing process. We were all lying on our sides, propped up by a mass of pillows, spending some welcome time in relaxation before the class ended. I’d felt the tension in me…
Ooh, will you take a picture of me here? I asked my sister, handing her my phone. We were on a girlie weekend away together and were in Bath for the day. It was gloriously sunny, just a little of that March nip in the air still, and we were wandering the romantic streets of…
Be safe. Be safe. Be safe. These words have become my main prayer for the child growing steadily inside me. It’s what I wish to it in prenatal yoga class when our instructor gives us a moment to send the baby a message. It’s what I pray with every twinge, every uncomfortable stretch of ligaments…
There’s something about pregnancy which opens you to other people’s opinions in a way I’ve never experienced before. Friends and acquaintances had advice on my University choices, my work life decisions, advice when I got engaged and then married. But becoming a mama? It’s like nothing else. All of a sudden it’s as if I…
I’ve had multiple friends post this week that they begin to see the first shifts in the seasons as the light stays around for longer. The skies here are already light when I wake up now, and I have to be up quicker to see the sun rise behind the copse of trees on the…
We took a photo for the first time that Sunday afternoon, eight weeks ago. I’d always imagined I’d do a photo with the pregnancy test, like the many I’ve seen on Pinterest—the ones where nine months later that little piece of plastic is replaced with a baby. But the two tests I did were the…
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