in 2002 I got married at my grandmother’s house surrounded by my family and friends.
in 2003 I had my son at around 1 a.m. after 24 hours of labour and a dodgy epidural.
in 2006 I had my daughter after 3 hours of labour and no time for an epidural.
in 2009 I had my second son with an epidural to start with and then none when it was truly needed.
My words to my husband as soon as Baby B was born were “I can’t do this again! I am not joking!”
in April 2012 I hope to be eating my words and welcoming the new, and last, addition to our family.
13 weeks down, 187 days to go.