This is the tale of how I managed to miss my baby’s birth… Yep, you read that correctly. No, I didn’t adopt or have a surrogate and yes I was present and awake for his delivery. How is this possible you might ask? Let me educate you, dear reader. I feel I must place the blame fairly and squarely on R&B music and ball point pens.
You have probably noticed that Backchatting Books has been quiet lately. It’s not because I’ve fallen out of love with reading or even blogging but because I’ve been busy contributing to the world’s overpopulation. You’re welcome. Joking aside, I’m 31 weeks into a fairly difficult pregnancy and life is a tad…complicated.