Pregnant with a vengeance

Pregnant with a vengeance

You know you’re well and truly into the third trimester of your pregnancy when: – It seems like more effort to take a shirt off over your head than to undo a million buttons. – Your husband brings home slabs of chocolate anytime he runs out to the...
When personal space is a thing of the past

When personal space is a thing of the past

It’s late. Me and my computer are spending some quality time together. I get up to use the restroom for the – oh I lose track of the number of times. I pass a set of ten toes in the hallway. And a curly head. He’s sitting in the doorway reading by the light of the...
In search of advice on how to mother my daughter

Legos, they’re not just for kids

The waves of this pregnancy break over my belly in tired, tight ripples warning me that I’ve done too much. I feel her kicking as my side tightens and my muscles groan in familiar protest. 29 weeks. It feels heavy. Weighty. To have the responsibility of growing...