When you're growing a baby inside you it seems like every other person likes to 1. touch your bump 2. tell you about sleepless nights and 3. share their post-pregnancy body woes with you. The fathers tell you about lack of sleep. The mums talk about nipples, wobbly bits and the pain of childbirth (the latter in whispers). One tipsy mummy, on a well deserved night off at a family gathering, declared to me (6 months pregnant) the pain of childbirth is the 'closest you'll get to feeling like you're dying with actually dying'. Not only did she leave me speechless, in my case, she turned out to be wrong.
