‘More pineapple?” offers the husband as he hands me another cup of Raspberry Leaf tea. Breakfast in bed, always a treat. Except now I’m entering day four passed my due date and getting a little impatient for Baby Parsons to arrive. While last night’s spicy curry is still giving me heartburn, the little one seems pretty happy to stay curled up in his/her cosy nest. Perhaps all the yoga has chilled it out so much, they are no hurry to make an appearance!
Now, while I know the old due date should really be abolished in favour of the ‘arrival window,’ it is hard not to feel a little anxious once the day comes and goes. As irrational as I know it is, the mind still quietly probes: “Maybe they’ll never come out! Cheryl Parsons – the longest pregnancy in history.”