So many things about this baby’s arrival are different to the way I had mine. Neither way is better or worse – it’s just different. Different decade, different country, different healthcare system, different bodies. It’s so interesting to get some insight into a different approach.
For a start, I didn’t tell most people I was pregnant for a long time. Apart from the baby’s father and my closest friends - who helped me through the surprise of finding out – I kept quiet. For me, it was more complicated. I wasn’t supposed to have a baby – I was on the dole, not married – it wasn’t part of the plan, and I guessed most people would see it as shameful. It was particularly difficult to tell my parents. But mostly, I genuinely didn’t think anyone else would be interested. I imagined people yawning at the idea of my pregnancy updates. To me, nine months (well, seven – I didn’t have the test until I was two months’ gone) seemed an eternity, and I thought, I’ll tell them nearer the time.
So, hooray for L&F, who have been so excited about telling everyone the great news as soon as they dared.
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