
“Not long to go now love,” a stranger nodded towards my stretched-beyond-recognition belly when I was 41 weeks pregnant.
I smiled. That awkward smile where your eyes are screaming, “REALLY?? I HADN’T NOTICED.”
“Do you know what you’re having?” she continued.
“Yes, a little girl,” I replied.
“Oh how beautiful, well good luck love. The pain will all be worth it when she’s in your arms.”
And that was it. The stranger disappeared down the shopping aisle, genuinely believing she imparted some wisdom to me. As if the birth and all the pain was the big event and all I should be focusing on. Not a second thought given to how we were actually going to cope with that baby girl and how I would be supported into the biggest transition of my life.
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It’s hardly her fault. As a society we attend antenatal classes, practice changing nappies on a doll, deck out the nursery, spend far too much on items we don’t actually need, fantasise over the cute photos we will take to announce our baby’s arrival, we scrub and clean the house because well, #nesting and maybe, if we’re really organised, we stock the freezer with slow cooker meals and lasagnas.