Ds is turning 20 next week and I am overwhelmed with emotion about him and how he has matured into an adult, and myself and my emotions over his birth, my first child. I am so proud of him and I can't believe we are nearly 20 years on from the moment I was taken down to be induced with the lovely nurse telling me to get my baby bundle together as I would be seeing my baby later that day - spoiler alert - didn't see him until the next day after a non productive labour and eventual emergency caesarean.
Still, it was worth it. I'm not normally an 'anniversary' type of person but this weekend has been full of memories (and he isn't even here)! I am also not remotely an emotional person - my friends would say I verge on cold. What on earth is going on? Menopause symptoms very likely to be fair.