Mother’s Ruin: PPS How come you have never heard of me?
This is an on-going series that investigates Bella Horlor’s new role as a young mother. An artist and poet, Horlor shares the banal quandaries that exist between artistic and maternal labour. ________________________ He is old and grey and barely put together. I think he is wearing a zany hand knit jumper and loafers. I’ve seen him laughing amicably at my reading and nodding along. I’m standing here holding a paper cup of pop. Well at the moment it’s probably 60% pop. It’s rapidly becoming a spittoon filled by his manic anecdote about Susan Sontag. He’s never heard of me but he likes my work. I’m not pretentious- I’m easy. I have very pretty eyes. Stunning. So round. Warm. I’m awfully lucky as a pregnant woman; I don’t appear to be very large at all. Have I ever heard of an epidural? His wife had one of those. He recommends it profusely. Is it a boy or a girl? Are we going to try cloth nappies? You need about 36; 12 for the day, 12 in …