If you follow me on any form of social media you might have figured out I was more than a little bit done with being pregnant by the end…I had tried everything. And nothing was working. I had accepted that I was just going to be pregnant forever and welcomed the cankles as just a part of who I was now.
We’d had weeks of false starts, days of contractions leading to nothing.
Turns out watching the Foos destroy Glastonbury was the key.