1.0Vicky Goodenhttp://www.vickygooden.comvickygoodenhttp://www.vickygooden.com/index.php/author/vickygooden/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="YfHgcjNeGc"><a href="http://www.vickygooden.com/index.php/2018/08/22/the-bath/">The bath.</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="http://www.vickygooden.com/index.php/2018/08/22/the-bath/embed/#?secret=YfHgcjNeGc" width="600" height="338" title="“The bath.” — Vicky Gooden" data-secret="YfHgcjNeGc" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=http://www.vickygooden.com/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js </script> https://i0.wp.com/www.vickygooden.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/08/img_5031-1.jpg?fit=2000%2C8062000806So I did not imagine that during the first bath for 4 months (pre baby) I would be mentally jotting notes in my brain about a blog post. But I felt overwhelmed with emotion. Through the glorious steamy scent of Neom Organics that a pal had kindly bought for me, I looked down at my body in the water and all I could think of was that the last time I’d been here in this room, in this tub I was looking down at a wonky huge bump. Wonky because baby always favoured one side. I’d look down at it as it would move. Baby hiccuping and kicking me from within. I’d remember feeling amazing and apprehensive in equal measure. Stay safe in there bubba, not long now. I’d talk to her. I’d wonder what she could hear. I believed that she liked it when mummy had a bath.  Sometimes I’d roll my hefty load over on to my side in the water and once or twice I drifted in and out of sleep. I’d be a bit grossed out by the fact I couldn’t see my bits and by the weird dark pigmented line running from my belly button […]