Nine months in, nine months out

Indulge me.

For a very long, draggy nine months, my belly stretched, my back ached, my kidneys were kicked like pinballs and I got more and more excited.

And now, a breath and a half later, he’s been out as long as he was in. He crawls, he stands, he raspberries when he’s cross. He’s sat next to me chomping on a scone and offering me jam-crumby bites. My kidneys are safe, but my hair is not. And every ounce of excitement I gathered while he grew didn’t even begin to cover it.

He is MUCH more fun out here, trust me.

I have to say my belly has not unstretched.


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