April
7 months later
It was the beginning of May and I was finally about to deliver. I was glad I hadn't gone into labour early, as the on-running joke about 'April delivering in April' had been getting on my last nerve. Both Jude and Bastiaan had learnt the hard way to quit with that joke last month.
There were parts of being pregnant that I had loved such as eating all the time; that bit had just been delightful. The downside was I had become unnaturally grouchy during my last trimester and would burst into tears over the most stupid of things. While I was getting dressed to go to my 36 week scan at the clinic, I had become ridiculously angry at Ethan for helping me put my socks on, shouted at him that I could do it, struggled and then cried for 10 minutes that I had failed. Ethan ha
