I know what it is to be an expectant mother. There’s so much to fear. You do all the things you’re supposed to do but you hear horrible stories. You try not to think about them happening to you. You do your best to stay in the present until suddenly you’re doing this thing called nesting: cleaning the bottom of your dishwasher and taking a toothbrush to the shower grout. There’s a baby on the way. It’s real and your fear gets eclipsed by hope. You can’t wait to hold it in your arms. You start dreaming it all to life: your baby, your motherhood, your new family.

But, no, I don’t know anything about being an expectant Grandmother!