This is it

I was reading through a note from Toby's school about upcoming dates to remember - the bake sale, international day, sports day, parents' evening, etc, etc - when it hit me. I've been waiting my whole life to get to this point. Since I was six years old and carried My Friend Mandy everywhere with me and cried my eyes out when Darla Bannister dropped my Baby That-a-Way on the swings. Since I was 10 and would put pillows under my T-shirt and walk around holding my back pretending to be pregnant. Since I was 12 and making up stories with Megan Vance about us, our husbands, our children, houses and cars.

[For the record, in those stories my name was Chastity Massengill, Chas for short, after Cher's daughter and a douche commercial. Why the douche commercial, you ask? I thought the name sounded classy. And my husband was named Landon... Landon Massengill. Can't remember the names of the children but I'm sure they were something equally pretentious.]

I'm not just dreaming about babies. I'm not waiting for a family. It's all here, it's all happening now. It was a shock to realise it and my very next thought was that I better cherish every second of it because before I know it time will pass and this era of PTA meetings, school uniforms and rosy-cheeked children will be gone.

Maybe we should have another baby.