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.