Gather a bunch of mothers in a room and you’ll hear wildly differing accounts of childbirth, from the women who grimly relish recounting every minute of their horror story, to those who go misty-eyed and beam at the memory of their wonderful birthing experience.
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I text David to tell him I’m so nervous about moving and marrying him that I wake at 4am every day, stomach churning. Even the dogs are still snoring. I’ve never been vulnerable like this with him before. I have always put on a brave face, leaving him to read about my insecurities later. But he surprises me by being incredibly supportive.