Milk Drunk | A Motherhood Blog

{A poem about baby moving in utero} Sometimes I worry you’ll bruise me And others I worry, you won’t Let’s be honest, I have no say either way For I am, quite simply, your host I lie in the bath and I watch you As my stomach ripples and heaves ‘What does it feel like?’Read More

{And I’ve not even given birth yet} As a baby-specific-raging hypochondriac, I had always assumed I would face fertility issues. That either myself or my husband would be pulled into the dreaded ‘white room’ of doom and be told in no uncertain terms that nope, nuh uh, it ain’t gonna happen. I had no reason,Read More