I’ve had two babies. I’m expecting my third any day now. During those first days and weeks, I received a number of gifts from friends and family. And I have truly appreciated every single person who visited and every single gift that was brought. But after all these years, and many conversations with new and veteran mothers, I’ve come to the conclusion that there is something very wrong about this ‘tradition’.
I wiped out the word ‘May’ from our big blackboard wall calendar and wrote ‘June’. My birth month. The month I, papa, Georgie, family and friends have all been waiting for. And as I jotted down the words ‘due date’ I felt an expected pang of anxiety but also a sense of relief.