Part Two: Hellos and Goodbyes (birth story)

I hate being pregnant. It’s not about glowing and being some lovely, maternal goddess. It’s uncomfortable. It’s exhausting. It’s counting down the endless number of days until you get to meet the little person. Which I was positive was never, ever, ever going to happen. We hit all the milestones: thirty weeks; thirty-five weeks; a… Continue reading Part Two: Hellos and Goodbyes (birth story)