From the size of an olive, your growing baby has had you captivated and delighted.
With a beating heart, budding limbs and flourishing nails and lashes.. what could offer more preoccupation?
The early weeks and months of pregnancy afford incredible wonder, however, as pregnancy progresses and discomfort grows, it’s no wonder the romance wanes.
For the most part, the final stretch of pregnancy is spent asking the final down and dirty questions about labour and beyond. Discussions that include formerly un-speakable subjects: maxi-pads and stool softeners become common-place.
It’s funny the things that end up front and centre when forecasting the day of your baby’s birth.
For many mums-to-be, the highest priority is to name your new little human, for others, paint colours for the nursery. By all means, go for it, I wouldn’t dare block the ambitions of a soon-to-be-lioness!
Don’t assume a woman is pregnant… EVER! I learnt this down the aisle of Woolworths. I’d had three children of my own, so there was no excuse for my brain explosion.
There was a young woman, searching for the best breastfeeding pads. She saw me, with a small child, and asked ‘Excuse me, which are the best pads?’.