Motherhood felt like a huge risk. I had never heard the ticking of my biological clock.
Maybe mine was a digital.
One two-and-a-half-year-old boy and one six-month-old girl later, I am sufficiently over the shock of new parenthood to blog about it.
Although I am still occasionally struck dumb with love. Or fury. Or with the realisation that I am no longer simply responsible for looking after myself but for two little people as well…