Five things I’d do if I had a newborn again

At almost sixteen weeks it finally seems official that Talitha is not a newborn. She’s passed the eleven-pound mark on most newborn disposable nappies and grown too long for all her 0-3 months’ clothing. Those first twelve weeks, that fourth trimester, was such brief time and yet living it took yonks. Looking back with the sagely wisdom of one with a slightly less young baby, I’ve been thinking about what I’d change if I could have a do-over of the newborn thing. These aren’t regrets so much as a gentle interrogation of the experience for next time. 1. I’d get…

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Circus Queen finally meets the creature

The circus welcomes its star, long-awaited and affectionately known as the creature, now more appropriately known as Talitha.

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The race is on now that the lady stuck her finger up my…

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.

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