Those you who’ve been counting the months since I said that I was pregnant, will no doubt be wondering how come I haven’t yet given birth. Is this the longest pregnancy in history? The truth is – I have. And both mother and baby are doing well.

The reason for my reluctance to spread the news until now is that had I done so at the time, anyone who knows me and are following this blog, might start to suspect the truth. For the same reason I’ll hold back the exact date of birth, the sex and the name of my darling child, who, a few minutes from now will be demanding a breast full of milk.

I don’t know how other new mums feel, but attaching my baby to my breast, gives me a weird kid of euphoria, and is one of the best feelings I’ve ever had, in-spite of the sore nipples.