"I mean, it's premium sperm - look at the beautiful babies it creates!"
"It's about getting that balance"
"What was I thinking when I packed a book to read when I got some chill time???"
"It's only 18 weeks to go until we meet baby number three and find out if they are as a chaotic as number two!"
“Surely I can't be the only one who worries about all of this stuff”
"Child free for a whole 24 hours..."
And right on cue the terrible twos have begun...
In my head it was glorious sunshine and the kids running around laughing and playing and us sitting out late chatting, looking at the stars and melting marshmallows...
"The moment came we were probably both subconsciously worrying about - G cried because she didn't have a daddy."
The sickness came over me like I was on a rubber dinghy in the middle of the Atlantic during a storm.