6 months of motherhood: Taking Stock
I have always loved babies. What’s not to love about these cuddly little cuties (except during their projectile poop phases) who are nature’s live stress busters. My love for them was only marred briefly post marriage when random aunties, uncles, and strangers would ask me when I plan to pop one out. It put me off babies and I’d hold myself from cooing too much at a baby for fear...
