Day 212
Monday 24th May 2010 Gestation: 34 weeks, 3 days One year ago. I walk into the room. “Hey, bro!” says my Texan sister-in-law from the bed. My younger brother stands to her right, a proud glow across...
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Tuesday 1st June 2010 Gestation: 35 weeks, 4 days One year ago. “I bought a spell,” says Suse, a wry smile on her face. “Right,” I say. It’s a safe answer when you don’t know quite how you’re supposed...
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Sunday 20th June 2010 Gestation: 38 weeks, 2 days One year ago. “Do you like them?” I look up. There Suse stands, wearing only a bikini. The comment is ripe for misinterpretation, if it wasn’t for...
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Monday 21st June 2010 Gestation: 38 weeks, 3 days One year ago. We sit there, in the back of the speedboat, drinking in the afternoon sun. As we head out towards the coral reef we wind our way along...
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Tuesday 22nd June 2010 Gestation: 38 weeks, 4 days One year ago. Each day, I run. And as I do, I make a choice. I make a choice about my family, and what it will be. It goes like this: ‘I choose...
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Wednesday 23rd June 2010 Gestation: 38 weeks, 5 days One year ago. So again today, I run. After realising yesterday how much I am reading into things, I try to drop it. I try to stop reading into...
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Thursday 24th June 2010 Gestation: 38 weeks, 6 days One year ago. We bump into the smiley man from Queensland later that day. “Did you hear about Kevin Rudd?” “No?” “Ousted by his own party. A...
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Friday 25th June 2010 Gestation: 39 weeks One year ago. Tonight is a full moon. Well, that’s not entirely true. Technically, the moon is full between 8.10am and 3.30pm tomorrow. But unless we want...
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Monday 16th August 2010 One year ago. In America, they do things a little differently. When you first tell the world that you are pregnant – so my Texan sister-in-law tells me – you announce the names....
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Thursday 2nd September 2010 One year ago. I walk down the footpath, staring at my feet as I go. Each step, as I get a little bit faster, I realise how angry I am, how hurt I am. What the fuck did I...
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