My mum died when I was 8 and, probably because I am pregnant and hormonal as hell, I am finding the run up to Christmas so hard this year. Mum died in August 1985 so it's not like it's an anniversary or anything, and this baby is my second child. I remember being sad when DS was a baby that she wouldn't get to meet him and it's not that, this time: I just want my mum.
I don't want to work out which bit of blended family to go to when, I just want to be one of those lucky bastards who goes to their Mum and Dad's house for Christmas lunch and the inlaws on Boxing Day, and then does the opposite the year after. And my mum is dead and has been for 26 years, so it's never going to happen.
I want to ask her what her experience of home birth was like - sure, my Dad was there too but I want to know from her. I want her to knit something for the baby. I want her to do competitive grandmaing with MIL. I want her back so much.
It's not fucking well fair.