Little Fierce One

Jam Gray

I'm pregnant, heavily, so I'm 10 days overdue and taking my heaving belly to see the midwife about getting this baby out of my body. Myself and the man who got me in this state are walking to the neonatal clinic, which is a 20-minute walk away. This walk involves negotiating a large hill - which reminds me of the advice given that hill walking can help get "things going"

Once inside myself and father-to-be sit in the waiting area, with lots of posters and leaflets displayed warnings about the perils of smoking or drinking during pregnancy. Whenever I've attended this clinic the variety of parents-to-be always provide a source of entertainment. From the luxuriantly coiffed couple in matching beige coats who have just stepped out of their big, meaty-looking black car to the frightened looking girl of no-more than 16 who is there with a man-boy with bleached hair and gold jewellery. She's with her mum who is large and jovial and who steps out every 5 minutes for a fag break- oblivious to the warnings around her. ... (continues)