The circus welcomes its star, long-awaited and affectionately known as the creature, now more appropriately known as Talitha.
Words I nodded at glassy-eyed and not understanding have gained utmost meaning: hormones like oxytocin, prostaglandins and bromelain. I’ve become an encyclopedia of useless knowledge about anecdotal ways to speed this thing along.
The prospect of breastfeeding is both exciting and a little scary. Suddenly these baps aren't just about me.
I’ve learned two lessons in the past three days: babies and bodies aren’t bothered with your plans, and medical tests can get it wrong the first time.
So, now the race is on. I’ve had a ‘stretch and sweep’ - not fun I tell ye - in hopes that I’ll go into labour naturally otherwise I’ll be induced on Monday at 38 weeks and 1 day.
I've been thinking I need to write a letter to myself to remember that I don't want to do this again in a hurry. I mean, what if the weird hormones running through my body suddenly tell me that having two babies at the same time is no great shakes?
Another long weekend stretched ahead of us, we felt we should do something more than just lull about reading in our garden this weekend. So, we ended up in a small room looking at a naked corpse and working out what that meant.