So, you’re pregnant.
A lifetime of movies, sitcoms, soaps and friends has taught you what to expect.
You float serenely with a neat bump in the barest chiffon. You glow. You make plans for the birth, for the nursery, for the effortless return to slimness. You do not envisage any problems, any frustrations, any glitches. After all, you have all these friends who have had children, and they didn’t have the merest negative experience.
Well guess what. These friends ? These members of the sisterhood ? These fellow women who swore pregnancy was the best thing that ever happened to them, and how “it” was all worth while ? They lied.
And they never once had the decency to explain exactly what “it” means.
