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No one says you become so consumed by the painful and never ending reluctant evacuation that you can barely focus on your new child, let alone name them. ‘You’ll need to get changed’ he stated ‘and wash.’ ‘What are we talking? Laundry trough dip or are you suggesting full shower? And though there are many others wonderful #miracles I’ve been experiencing none have thwarted me as much as the leakage. I was at Pilates (because I’m one those really fit pregnant woman – see pic) getting my leg extensions on when I felt a warm liquid start running down my grey leggings. So a bunch of amazing actresses over 50, on our televisions, being funny, with no fixed lead male characters…our equivalent today is….is….is….is…I’m sure something will come to me…maybe there’s something on Netflix…, believe it or not we had other large lead characters on our screens – Roseanne and Dan Conner. No, it was about story, family and all the crap we have to get through every day just to survive.

My new maternal health nurse, complete with a nifty fanny pack around her waist because she liked to keep everything she needed close to her as she wasn’t a fan ‘of reaching for things.’ As was usual I’d gone to this ‘not mandatory but strongly advised’ appointment with our sex trophies’ co-creator, his father, which doesn’t seem so odd until I point out that it would have been just as useful to bring a potted plant along, given Kathleen chose not to even acknowledge his existence.‘The thing is’ I pointed out ‘Kathleen, I can call you Kathleen right? We’ve both taken time off, together, to be with him and I think it’s important to –‘ – no insult was taken. That’s my thing.’ I scrambled to pull up Facebook on my phone, only to notice 11 unread text messages had popped up, including 3 voicemails and various Facebook notifications. ‘Everything you do, write or post about from this point onwards will be met with a degree of earnest belief and genuine concern. She moves in with this stranger and it all works out happily ever after.

If you want to believe your doctor that’s your call but if I were you and I’d had a c-section I wouldn’t sit like that, not if I wanted to have another child in the future, just saying.’The colour drained from my face. ‘And then my brother left a message asking if it was true – ‘- You are not my carer.’ I assured him from our bed, wearing an adult diaper, pushing 100 kg, wheelchair idling by my side table, power pumping two boobs at a time… Gone are the days of flippant remarks, you’re part of something bigger than yourself- being a mum on social media.’ ‘But I’m not just a mum.’ ‘As of now Lou, yes, yes you are.’ I took the last remaining Teddy Bear biscuit offering none to my friend. You can still be funny in private, you know, as long as no one is watching, listening or reading you, but once you post your funny on Facebook, Twitter, Insta, blog about it, or continue to post on that You Tube Channel you made that no one ever watches – it will only be seen as a cry for help, a need for support, a plea for understanding, shit Lou, I mean with any luck you might end up a mummy blogger – purely by default.’ ‘You shut your mouth! It was a truth bomb I clearly wasn’t ready to hear. This time posting on the hilarious feeder-esque situation I now found myself in. A nuanced, funny observation on breastfeeding- My phone beeped: ‘Urine’ my partner confirmed. Ok, to recap – abandoned 7-year-old girl, moves into a squat and is discovered by a man, whose other passion aside from building maintenance, is photography.

I was the pregnant woman anyone thinking of getting pregnant needed to avoid at all costs. Wheelchair-bound thanks to crippling back pain, vaginal spasms (yes, yes it’s completely ok to be aroused by my writing of ‘vaginal spasms’’), a 35 kilo weight gain and a constant flow of discharge – I looked like and felt like a creature you’d find living under a bridge, picking at an abscess in between scaring townsfolk and eating children. That at some point I would need to concede that I had a bladder problem, albeit a temporary one, but a problem just the same and I needed to face up to it. I’m not saying college-age men can’t babysit 16-year-old girls, but this was the 80s and it was Scott Baio. too much and that’s why I wrote this, but I’m not sure how much I’d like a reboot of a show about a teen genius that would inevitably just make me question the life choices that have lead me to still be a blogger and a renter at 36. The other night I had a dream where I had to mediate the Weasley Twins from Harry Potter as they navigated a polyamorous relationship they were in while identifying as pansexual and admitting an attraction to each other because they’re turned on by the whole being related thing.

And so with that in mind, it was far to say I suspected the actual birth of my son would be like that scene from Alien, you know alien bursts out the guy’s gut, blood, horror etc but in my case, I imagined my baby would simultaneously punch out of my boobs, mouth, head and vag, as if he had been wearing me as a human skin suit for 9 months… I was scheduled for a C-section, so I knew by lunch I’d be a mum and that I’d be out of my wheelchair and the last 9 months would finally be over. Five minutes later, after four failed escape attempts thanks to my spasming vagina, I was resolved to my fate and let someone called an ‘Anaesthetist’, who claimed he was a ‘professional’, paralyse me from the waist down. Driving home that night I pulled into a pharmacy and found myself standing in front of the incontinence shelf. Perhaps I don’t need bold TV like that, perhaps I should be content with groundbreaking TV like I’ve always been a firm believer that if someone, even with all the best of intentions, feels the need to unburden last night’s dream on you over coffee, it’s ok to end the friendship there and then. This ongoing issue was further complicated by the fact that Jon Snow’s alive head had been left in my care and he just wouldn’t go to sleep, no matter how many times I drove him around the block.

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