One Baby Late, Two Baby Date

His majesty, the baby in utero, Kai, was due today, 24th June. As of yet, he has made no appearance. I’m growing more exhausted at the physical strain and more anxious about his movements. I can’t wait to meet him. See his little face. Touch his little hands. Speculate who he looks like. Dysfunctional asContinue reading “One Baby Late, Two Baby Date”

You Can’t, You’re Pregnant!

Said my 25 year old brother as he tried to stop me going outside to speak with ‘a friend’. What? I’m pregnant?! Wow jeez, thanks for letting me know. I had been wondering what this growth in my front had been for the past 40 weeks. Thank heavens you were here to clarify that forContinue reading “You Can’t, You’re Pregnant!”

He Is Not The Father

But as he left, he grabbed my bump and kissed it, as if saying ‘Ciao’ to his own son. He’s not the father and he knows it. We split up after a massive fight. I didn’t go round to his. He didn’t call or text. For the best part of three months. Three weeks intoContinue reading “He Is Not The Father”

Prison Break: Do Babies Want Out?

39+5 It dawned on me, as I sat on the toilet, urination station visit 15 or other, that babies in utero probably feel like the walls are closing in on them. Like that nightmare where the ceiling is coming down, and the walls are moving towards you and death by crumple is imminent. It’s noContinue reading “Prison Break: Do Babies Want Out?”

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