One Born Every Minute

I finished the reports. At last. Parents Evening went well, although as is usual I started to lose my marbles a little towards the end. I’m knackered and spent what remained of my evening ploughing through a very large plate of pasta and a large glass of white. I watched an episode of One Born Every Minute and cried rather a lot. Woo hoo.

It is a rather great programme- Basically a fly-on-the-birthing-suite-wall documentary series. Lots of women groaning in pain, babies – some very poorly – and ridiculously unsupportive, inept fathers. FFS. It is rather brilliant, birth. Scary yet awesome. I’d like the opportunity to experience it but at the same time have The Fear.

I figure that by the time I find anyone sober, mostly-sane and financially stable enough to commit in an appropriate manner to me i’ll be past forty, so my chances of becoming a Mother are pretty ropey. Sigh. This makes me pretty sad. But then there are a lot of things that make me sad.