Here is a bit of positive feedback for you. My husband, who reads almost nothing, sat and read your book -start to finish- in two days. I kept catching him on the deck (what the??) with book in hand and a coffee or beer (and ciggie at times) READING and mesmerised!!!!
He kept saying, “This is really good. Really interesting!!”
All I can say is WOW! You succeeded where nothing has ever succeeded before!!
I finished this book in less than 24hours! I realize that is was an easy read but I could not put it down for too long. I enjoyed the stark reality of how shitty pregnancy can be and the raw experience of hemorrhoids, mucus, sore breasts...
I enjoyed it and I am going to recommend it to friends and also try to sneak it in for my husband Kyle to read :)
"The fun of spreading this news is wearing off. I am starting to really grasp the stone cold reality of what I am telling people. I am going to have a baby. It is going to live with us for at least 18 years, unless something goes horribly wrong with my parenting skills and my child moves out at 14 to become a prostitute of some kind. Oh my God, I don’t have the skills for this!
What happens to my life? I’m selfish. I know this. I like going and seeing movies and not cartoon ones. I like staying up late. I like seeing a good deal on webjet and taking off for the week. Is this going to end? Really? I don’t like babies.
I don’t like babies. I don’t like them. Really. That’s me, over there, in the corner of the restaurant whispering about how I wish those inconsiderate fools would take their children home and stop ruining my dining experience. That’s me, leaning back in avoidance as the baby is being passed around for a cuddle at lunch with the girls. I have never, ever, not once said ‘coochie coochie coo…’ or anything like it to a baby. I think they look funny, not cute, and they invariably cry when I hold them.
I feel a dread, a deep dark dread, like the clouds over Mordor in Lord of the Rings. I feel like my chest is filled with concrete. What was this child thinking choosing me as a mother?
I believe children choose their parents, which is causing a great deal of conflict in me at the moment, because half of me is thinking, this isn’t right, this can’t be happening. The other half of me is thinking it must be destiny; you have something to learn here. Damn you philosophical Meg! Go away, I want to mope.’
When I turned 33 I decided two things: one - to throw a monster party, and two - that I was definitely NOT going to have any children. I did have the monster party. I also, now, have a child.
Most books about pregnancy, in my experience, are from the viewpoint of people who desperately want children, who planned on having them and somehow knew what to do with them. This is a book about a woman – me - who definitely did not want them, did not plan on them and was ridiculously unprepared for what happened once they arrived!
It is an honest account of the life changes a little one brings. For some women, being pregnant can be just as harrowing as for those who can’t conceive. So if you are pregnant and petrified or just need a laugh then this is the book for you.
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