Since last Friday (p-day), I’ve found myself reconnecting with many forgotten memories. For reasons I don’t fully understand (and won’t speculate about here) I took it more-or-less as a badge of pride to “have no past” (ie, no memory of it). In fact, I find it quite difficult to remember key moments in much of my life before the age of, oh say, 19. Suddenly, things are coming back very quickly, often prompted by some subtle cue.

And I’ve started thinking randomly about different parts of the pregnancy and parenthood. For instance, I had a very strong urge to teach my daughter how to play chess, but the feeling wasn’t so strong when I imagined having a son. Strange.