I overheard a woman in the bank this morning talking about her four month old son who was sleeping peacefully in his rather expensive pram. She said that sometimes when he was screaming or not sleeping she wished she didn't have him. Cue lost baby Mum, (and I feel I need some sort of superhero intro music here as I leap in feet first) "Oh please don't say that, I wish every day that I still had my son with me" Shocked face, spluttered excuse, hasty exit by her. I know she didn't mean it, she even hesitated as the words came out of her mouth but I couldn't help myself and who knows, maybe she will appreciate what she has a tiny bit more.
When I first logged back onto facebook, which I hardly ever used before my pregnancy, my last entry said, "Barbara thinks pregnancy is overrated." I was feeling nauseous most of the time back then but next time I won't care if I feel sick for 40 weeks. Ok, I will care but I won't wish it away. I deleted that entry. I don't think I will ever be flippant about pregnancy again. It's serious now.