Tuesday 2nd September 2014
Today I feel nostalgic. Parenthood is by far the best road trip I have been on; playing Mumma to Kingsley cannot be compared to anything I have ever experienced, so good is the feeling. However being pregnant with Kingsley was by far, hands down, the very best nine months of my life.
Knowing that I was growing inside of me our beloved baby near blew my mind. Everyday. But I kept it together, and remained a healthy woman, and for nine months I felt beautiful and fit and overwhelmingly attractive! My hair was never so luxurious, skin never so clear and eyes never as bright as during those blissful months. So much so I went around bearing my belly or at most in a bikini when not in the office.
Darling Erroll took it all in his stride, embracing my increasingly extravagant behavior, and encouraging me to eat a lot and healthfully, all in the name of reducing my needy anxieties and thus producing a happy stress-free environment for our unborn baby to grow in. Nine months ago I still was pregnant (and gladly bearing lots of skin)…