“How are you feeling?” People are routinely beaming at me as though I’ve invented penicillin, or won an Oscar. I feel like I’m a cough away from finding out what colour hair this baby has. I’ve started calling the baby “Keith Flint from the Prodigy”, because I am clearly about to give birth to someone who thinks it’s Glastonbury O’Clock all the time. I’m fully aware, and grateful, that I’m currently providing digs on par with the Hilton to my firstborn, but I am also very, very ready to post a firmly worded eviction notice. But I’m just about ready to put that version of myself in cold storage for now.

Source: The Irish Times February 04, 2019 08:26 UTC