There’s a clock that’s ticking above my head. It whispers and snickers a bit. It’s all knowing and isn’t afraid of indulging in a spot of schadenfreude. It may even tock with a slight German lilt. In fact I’m sure that’s what I heard the other morning at 4.18 am. It’s reminding me that along […]
40 weeks of feasting
I’m told this is the sweet spot. By the time you’ve got something the size of a large grapefruit hitching a ride inside, the energy comes back- that zeal and zip for life that ebbed away for the first few months. Now you finally look pregnant enough for kindly people to stand for you on […]
Surely it’s time for mid term break? Oh, if only this pregnancy caper came with a breather. By the time you’ve got something the length of a large carrot cavorting inside, one might start scouting for exit strategies. Last week I was deadly serious about it. I made pleading promises to the ether during […]
There are countless things that are funny about being 21 weeks knocked up and playing host to something the size of a fat pomegranate. It’s funny when you catch a glimpse at yourself in the mirror and no longer recognise yourself. I’m like one of the lost boys in Hook pushing and pulling at […]
It felt like an endless night before Christmas. Evenings was stuffed with keen anticipation and the desire just to know. What is it that’s wrapped up? What do I get to play with? If I said I took the few days before we found out if the stowaway was pink or blue calmly in […]