By the 38th week of gestation, I had just about given up on ever getting relief from the pain and discomfort I was enduring carting around such a weight. It was ruthless; the sciatica, the dislodged ribs, the middle back agony, and the hourly visits to the loo at night. However I was willing the baby to take its sweet time in coming to this world. A full term bebe – 40 weeks – was what both Erroll and I wished for and I did everything in my power to remain healthy, strong and upbeat for this very thing to happen.
And so I dressed up as a bridesmaid for the wedding of our friends Rio and Adam, just as they wanted – in this golden, Grecian style gown. I laughed, I smiled, I danced and I looked the pat. Two weeks out from due date I walked my friends down the aisle at 3PM, and by 1AM I was still on the dance floor, bunny ears firmly on my head, and baby not going anywhere.