4th September 2014
Exactly one year ago, in the September of 2013…this was my life. Way back then, ingsley was known as ‘Seahorse’ and all I had to worry about was me; Erroll was self-sufficient and our bebe was still surrounded by amniotic fluid, and being in the second trimester, the energy I felt each and every day was akin to drinking 12 espressos – massive HIGH. So each weekend I would take us on an adventure and see what I could get up to.
One particular day I decided to tour The Atlantis Hotel on the Palm in Dubai. Here a Saudi Arabian family befriended me (probably assumed I was homeless/insane, as what properly brought up lass would be seen alone and pregnant in PUBLIC). They clearly felt sorry for me/were curious as to my background, and sensing full well that I am harmless, the patriarch of the harem, oops, I mean family, allowed one of his spouses, who funnily enough was pregnant too (but who could guess under so much fabric?) to approach me and chat in the universal language known as ‘understanding’ and who smiled sympathetically at our shared condition.
She was lovely, and allowed me to touch her black cloth where what seemed like a baby bump was growing. I of course had mine on show (as were my boobs). Even back then, in utero, Kingsley was bound to end up sociable. just like his Mumma…