It was about a month before my due date and my family
were up visiting. It was warm and I was waddling, now due in less than a month.
My dad and I were walking back towards the play park to meet my nephews; we
could hear them amongst the many other children, all screaming with delight.
Inside my head I heard those same screams on replay. I
stopped walking and turned to my Dad. Tears streamed down my face. "Dad," I
said, "I’m not sure I even want this baby."
I fell in to his arms and sobbed.
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