Nostalgia

A few months ago, though it feels like a lifetime now, my husband and I were debating why we actually wanted kids. Life as a DINK (Double Income, No Kids) couple was pretty peaceful. Why on earth were we inviting a hurricane into our sanctuary? To be honest, the sight of children doesn’t quite a spark joy for me. Their public meltdowns are mostly just a headache, and I’ve often caught myself unintentionally rolling my eyes at embarrassed parents struggling to contain their screaming toddlers. I never wanted to be "that person". Between being a chronically light sleeper and prone to migraines at the drop of a hat, the "baby lifestyle" felt like a direct threat. Fast forward to today, and the irony is not lost on me. I’m officially in my ninth month, groaning from pelvic pain every time I roll over in bed and frantically buying newborn essentials online. And no, this wasn’t an accident. It was a deliberate, fully planned decision fuelled by my husband’s deep-seated de...