Pregnant? Fucking sick of it? Past that mythical date they told you to expect your little bundle of joy? Desperate to bring on labour and get this over with so you can meet your baby and have less pressure on your bladder?
In my group of friends, I was the first to become a mum at just 21 years old. As a 21 year old mother, I was just as clueless and scared as you probably are imagining. I learned a lot along the way and several years later, when one of my oldest friends fell pregnant, she asked me (as one of her few experienced and trusted mum-friends) to come along and support her through the labour and birth.
A year ago this week, my friend posted a photo on her facebook page that made me chuckle. It was this shot, obviously taken inside a hospital: