At the end of last year, I anxiously scribbled a creative plan down on paper for myself and blogged about the process HERE. A liberating act and one that was utterly necessary in helping me to focus on what mattered when it came to my creative work goals and dreams.
So the other day, I walked into my local Morrisons and saw the poster above my head and screamed (sorry to the lady in front of me who jumped)...but I had good reason because there, hanging over me in the Nutmeg clothes aisle was a HUGE, make that MASSIVE poster featuring my son Oliver (4) modelling (far right)!
Now that Alexander has turned 6 months old, I've started reflecting on my pregnancy with him..it seems so far away now and aside from missing my bump some days, what I really miss is my purpose of 'Head Foetus Grower and Protector'.
Women have C-sections for all kinds of reasons, be it emergencies or electives to help ensure mother and baby are safe as well as for example if a women feared birth greatly. We are lucky that in the UK we now have the choice to request a section. It is our right.
Now that I'm 31 weeks along, I've started to think more about the inevitable birth. I can't wait to meet my little newborn boy and dug out a few pictures of toddler Oliver's first few days with us to reminisce/prepare/freak out!
My first pregnancy was pretty tough with daily vomiting continuing until I was 28 weeks. Not fun. At. All. It also meant living on walkers, dry biscuits and dairylea (whatever I could stomach) daily and sadly no exercise (even a ride in the car induced puking).
