“Excuse me, can I please push past you?”
I hear this question in Coles more often than not nowadays. It’s generally got something to do with the massive double pram I am forever walking around with, as if it’s my favourite handbag (which is now a thing of the past).
I smile politely, then follow with a ridiculous joke that I have found myself constantly repeating on auto pilot, about how I’m pushing the Titanic with my two babies in the pram. I get the polite laugh I’m after, and then the inevitable question comes.
“What’s the age difference between the two?” “11 months” I reply.
I watch my new best friend glaze over as they try to do the maths in their head. To save time, confusion and embarrassment, (usually because this happens somewhere awkward like the tampon aisle) I offer up the answer for them.
“I was pregnant 6 weeks after I gave birth to my first.”
This is your first photo Harley, taken 6 months ago today! I know you are a gift to humanity, and you will do wonderful things for this world. Thank you my angel, for coming into mine. Mummy xxxx #fbf @danescher . #flashbackfriday #newbaby #motherhood #parents #baby #igbaby #love #soulmates #harleygabriel #famspam
Motherhood was something I always wanted, but I wouldn’t say I was a natural born mother. My older sister gracefully wears that title. I’m a career person. Let me clarify, I don’t believe you HAVE to be one or the other. I do believe you can “have it all”. One of my girlfriends keeps working on Hollywood film after film and ideally wants 6 kids. However, that’s just not me. My first baby was planned, my second was a surprise. A BIG surprise. One I have been congratulated on, one I have copped flak for, and one that has resulted in the now cringe-worthy experience of people publicly discussing my sex life.