Dc3 is 12 weeks and currently sleeping on my lap as she does most nights and I am absolutely exhausted!
But I am watching one born every minute in floods of tears, on the one hand so relieved I never have to do it again but on the other so sad (almost heartbroken) that I will never experience it again.
To those of you currently pregnant and petrified ( and yes I was third time around yet again) that first moment when your precious baby is put on your chest is possibly the most magical moment you can ever experience. That is what will get you through labour. It is just magical and nothing beats it!