March 7th has rolled around again. With little fanfare. Sorry Dad.
It’s not that there’s no thought, just that where do you fit even a thought in amidst regular 16 hour work days, kids, washing and whatever else people need. Life keeps trucking and unless you book a ti...
I feel like a bit of a fraud. Last blog I wrote about this real sense of joy I’d had post-Molly. This underlying happiness despite it all. Moments of weighty tears, you bet. But overall a lighter load to carry than after Nina.
The reality of this journey is all under a week away now. And while I’ve felt a lot of peace in this pregnancy compared to last time round, the words of Meatloaf ring out and it’s all coming back to me now! And some of those memories are hard.