“Never go to your high school reunion pregnant or they will think that is all you have done since you graduated.” Erma Bombeck
A son is (nearly) born; a Happy Christmas to all our readers
huge and swollen
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How we apples swim. Jonathan Swift
My husband planted an apple tree in our garden this week in honour of our first pregnancy, a tangle of atoms that we called Appleseed… my column this week is a page from my diary, written in 2009:
It’s not just the little group of cells that’s lost. I’ve had a miscarriage before. I was attached to this child.