Dear Diary
Yesterday was our last scan appointment. The scanographer said it looks like my wonky umbilical cord is not impeding Amelia’s growth so there is no need for any more scans. I am most glad because I do not like being gelled-up and poked with that proboscis-on-a-cord-thing but I will miss seeing our baby girl on live TV. The coolest part of yesterday’s scan was seeing Amelia’s little skull and face, and her hair. Warren and I had a ‘debate’ about the size of her lips later in the day: he says they are small, I say they are lusciously pouty – I guess we will find out in five weeks. Yes Diary! FIVE WEEKS. It’s pure madness. Read the rest of this entry »
I am so not a diary person. I tried to keep a diary when I was in high school because it was the cool thing to do at the time and I had probably been watching too many episodes of Dawson’s Creek – yes dear diary, I watched Dawson’s Creek with the unashamed vigour of a thirteen-year-old. Sadly, unlike Joey Potter, I had nothing to say and the whole exercise bored me very quickly. But now, fourteen years later, I’m back. Here’s why: I have this insane idea that the next time I am seven weeks away from pushing a baby out of my vag I will look back on my ‘Dear Diary’ entries for some words of wisdom. Okay … I am now laughing at myself. Wisdom? NEXT TIME? Yup. It’s true. I am certifiable. To my future self: there will be no words of wisdom but I do promise to keep it real – that is something I am good at. 
