Last week I woke up feeling different.
I felt ready.
Like a switch had been flicked and the green light was now blinking “on”.
Somewhere inside, deep inside, someone shouted:
I thought I was ready before; I thought I’d been ready for a while. But those pesky after-birth hormones have a lot to answer for.
As do the feelings of broodiness.
And the nostalgia of looking back over time gone by. So swiftly. Within a blink of an eye.
Missing that tiny baby who popped out onto the bed all those months ago.
Those feelings can really urge you to create the next one. Even if you’re not quite ready for two.
But that’s not it; this is a new feeling.
It feels biological.
As my ovaries bounce, flip and dance, and my womb aches and shakes, they remind me that they’re in there. That they’re ready. That it’s time to make number two.
“PRO-CREATE!” my body cries.
“BREED!” it exclaims with encouragement.
“GRAB THAT LOVELY BEARDED MAN OF YOURS AND FERTILISE THOSE EGGS!” it wails with every newborn face that appears, every pregnancy that is announced, every period that arrives. A reminder that I’m not carrying a baby inside.
But we will again.
About re-entering the wilderness of Bump and beyond.
A new character in our adventure that is life.
A sibling for Busby.
Ps. Don’t get your hopes up quite yet Readers – we have to get through the wedding first!