Baby Orchid has been ex utero for nine months, which is a milestone in my book.
Nine months ago I was enjoying newborn snuggles and the sunrise making the bricks outside my window a glorious colour and the painkillers post c section.
I’ve lost most of the baby weight, mental and physical. It was a difficult pregnancy for myriad reasons. It was worth it.
It is amazing. What’s also amazing is that since Baby Orchid made his entrance into the world abortion has become a normal part of antenatal health care.
Knowing that women who face what we might have faced had the worst happened now have options makes me happy. Every single day.
Our family is complete.
I am particularly partial to Sister Act II, especially the choir’s rendition of Joyful Joyful. I’m in a choir myself so I know how difficult it is to rehearse and perform, albeit not on this level.
Today I’m joyful that we’re able to create our own joy and don’t need to rely on the possibility of an eternal payoff. Today I’m joyful for the many solid, non-empheral reasons I can enjoy life as it is now.
I love to sing and I’m in a workplace choir. Our concerts have included The Annual Retirement Shindig, The Annual Coffee Morning Fundraiser and The Annual Christmas Spreading of the Joy. I have on occasion had moments of ethical crisis, as our repertoire comprises many religious songs, but I’ve managed to square that circle with myself as I do love a big old Christmas rendition of Joy to the World.
We’ve sang more than usual this year and I like it. I like the communal singing and the camaraderie and the enthusiasm of an uncritical audience who love an injection of a bit of Christmas spirit into their workday. Our last gig of the year will be The Annual Other Place That’s Slightly Connected To Us Morning Singalong. I can’t wait.