This post was originally published on my Instagram account (@makedoandpush) on 13th January 2019.
The Fourth Trimester
Full of love.
Belly like jelly.
You smell incredible. I do not.
Washing. Sterilising. Building.
Nappy after nappy after nappy.
Oops, ‘order confirmation’. What did I order?!
Coffee. Tea. Google: ‘caffeine IV drip’.
Tubs of mini flapjacks. Cake.
Conversation streams lost halfway through: “What was I saying again?”
Joy. So much joy.
Kettle on. Again. And again. And again.
Boxsets. CBeebies. Endless CBeebies.
“Why won’t you poo?”
Poo celebration texts.
“Why won’t you stop pooing?!”
First smiles. Wind?
Won’t settle. Wind?
Clothes that don’t fit properly.
A body that isn’t how I remember.
Totally worth it.
I grew you. I birthed you.
I feed you. I nurture you.
I am so lucky.
But so utterly in love with you.