A Letter To My Pregnant Self
Hey there you, me, whatever it is we call ourselves. You’re probably wondering why I’m writing. I’m writing to tell you that you can do this. You’ve got this. You’re going to ace motherhood.
Hey there you, me, whatever it is we call ourselves. You’re probably wondering why I’m writing. I’m writing to tell you that you can do this. You’ve got this. You’re going to ace motherhood.
I sat down to write tonight and realised it’s already 9.30pm. On Sunday. And it’s nearly December. It got me to thinking about some of the cliché quotes we hear and use as parents. You know the ones I mean, things like… “Time…
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