Well thats the thing. I can remember the other 4. I sure do remember that labour really HURTS. That funnily doesnt worry me - dunno why, just completely at ease with what the body goes through with labour. After Lytas, which was my most traumatic, I remember I want them to keep their hooky knitting needles and short fat fingers to themselves. But cjs, which was by all others accounts my most cruisy labour - nada. All gone.

Its with no small irony that I meantion - both were our biggest babies. Hmmm. Right now this little funny saying keeps coming to me - and right now it feels so apt. "I have a photographic memory, but its run out of film"