I heard about this book on radio and I knew I did not want to read it. I knew it will make me sad and weepy but I picked it up. And there was a reason for that. 2 years after having kuttyma, I still harbor resentment about the way my pregnancy turned out to be. It was not what I wanted and long story short – I wanted to read this book to appreciate how much I am blessed. I wanted to be lucky that I did not have the kind of pregnancy Natalie had.

I sort of, kind of felt it but this book was so not me. I mean in the way the book was written. I expected a polished diary and I got an unedited one. But pick this book up if you want to count your blessings and feel strong. Especially if you are going to be a mother or you are a new mom. If Natalie can do it and write about it, anyone can survive. She survived the worst or so I feel.

A good reminder