I am gradually accepting that I will probably never be pregnant again. Three was always the number I imagined when it came to children and there is a definite sense of completeness in our household. There are so many reasons why and while I would love nothing more than to keep growing our family I am ready to say I’m done.
Knowing this I took one or two bump pictures in the last couple of months. For one of the most memorable times in your life the memory of being pregnant is incredibly difficult to hold on to. Already, a mere four weeks on, it is slipping through my fingers like water.
That wonderful feeling of having the world of possibility growing day by day (however uncomfortable and terrifying) disappears within minutes of that possibility being laid in your arms.
Bumps – top, 38 weeks and bottom, half an hour before delivery.