Your first home

This was your first home, and i hope you were happy in there.  Apart from the first 16 weeks of morning sickness (which by the way, whomever termed it “morning” sickness lied, for me it lasted all day) There was a particularly low point where i had to pull over in manchester city centre, and throw up my breakfast! “Well”, i can hear you say, “as a pregnant woman im sure you’d had a feast of pancakes and chocolate for breakfast and completely overfaced yourself, im sure it was fully self inflicted”, and id like to respond in setting the record straight and say…
it was an APPLE!! Yes, my measley pregnant breakfast was an apple, in fact, i have a feeling it was in fact, half an apple, anywho, out it came on the side of a road in manchester, in rush hour none the less!!  And i must say it completely took away from the glamness of my gorgeous red sportscar!!


To return to my original point, i LOVED being pregnant with you.  It felt like we shared a secret, we were so close.  your Daddy put it better than i ever could, when on the day you were born he said
“i feel like i’ve known her forever”

And i did!!