The last 12 months or so have felt like a gradual coming back to myself after the trying-to-conceive and fruitlessly pregnant years, followed by the crash landing of motherhood. But there are things that linger. In particular, an aversion to anything that feels like, for want of a better phrase, counting my chickens before they hatch.
I was well aware …
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