whatever brilliant news and it is so exciting when you feel them first movements!
I cant say the pain lessens, you just sort of learn to live with it, you dont forget them, or the pain, you just learn to live with it.
A poem that might help, but possibly not, which i got from here, copied and pasted and often read. Many of these wonderful women will have read it before.
Ask My Mum How She Is
My mum she tells a lot of lies, she never did before,
From now until the days she dies, she'll tell a whole lot more,
She used to tell the truth a lot, but now it doesnt matter,
I died and went to heaven, and now her life is all a shattered
Ask my mum how she is, and she'll say "oh yes, I'm fine!"
She wants to beg, please help me, cause i've lost that boy of mine,
Ask my mum how she is and she;ll say "oh i'm alright"
If thats the truth then tell me please, why does she cry each night?
Ask my mum how she is, cos she seems to cope so well,
She didnt have a choice, you see, nor the strength to yell,
You think you know the feeling, but in fact that cannot be,
For although you loved me, it was not as much as she
She'll smile and tell you "It's okay God has a plan",
But then she'll turn away and cry cause she cant understand
You tell a joke, she giggles, but in fact she's not okay,
She wants to share the joke with me, but it wont be today
I watch her in heaven, her distress disturbs my peace,
Will someone please take care of her, and thus take care of me?
"Some day you will feel better", "Yes i will one day" she lies,
She knows this will not happen until the day she dies
Ask my mum how she is and she'll say "i'm doing good",
She cannot tell you how she feels, oh, how i wish she could
Ask my mum how she is she'll say "I'm okay, I'm fine, I'm coping"
For God sake mum just tell the truth and say your heart is broken
Ask my mum how she is she'll say "I'm well and you?"
I'll shake my head in heaven, cause it simply isnt true,
She'll love me all her life, just like i loved her all of mine,
She'll lie and try to hide the pain, pretending she is fine
Her carnival is over, she stepped off the carousel,
But to save you feeling bad she'll say "Yes, thank you all is well"
My Mum, she's not gone mad quite yet, but oh, so very nearly,
Don't ask her how she's doing, ask her how she's doing....really,
I'm watching her from heaven and i cannot hug from here,
If she lies to you, dont listen, but please hug her, hold her near,
On the day we meet for ever, we shall smile and I'll be bold,
You're lucky to get in here, Mum, with all the lies you've told.
Just hope it helps, although it reduces me to tears.
xx