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And I still have no idea what I’m doing

I cannot begin to describe what it felt like to meet my daughter for the first time. As I bluffed my way through the final stages of labour (was this pushing or was I just crying and gritting my teeth super tight to keep from swearing and making it look like I …

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My Imperfect Pregnancy

In a tiny hotel room in Toowoomba I found myself lying on sickly scented starchy sheets listening to the drum of a hailstorm, one hand on my third trimester belly, the other holding my hair off my face. My phone lay close to my head and I waited for it …