I was going to write about how embarrassing it was to keep losing control of my bladder over the weekend…. Except it turns out it was my amniotic fluids. Babies are on the way! We’re heading to the hospital now. Wish us luck, people. We’ll be needing it. Advertisements
What are you meant to do in the last month before becoming a Mum? I’m curious, because I’m now there. We have less than four weeks until our due date (which I’ve taken to calling D-Day) and I still seem as busy as ever. I’m still doing some work, largely because of the cost of …
Because I love a good list, and at 32 weeks I’m now staring down the barrel of the imminent parenthood, here is a list of the items I have found indispensable in reaching this point.
It could be a fit of madness. It could be the best decision we’ve ever made. My hubby, T., is taking three months off when the wee ones arrive, and we are going to end it with a bang. We’re going on a holiday.
The biggest upshot of having a massive pre-babies party? After a winter spent in near-hibernation, and before a summer spent in near-permanent lactation, this was a chance to laugh and celebrate with some of the people who make us feel so very blessed.
My gal pals in Toronto did a totally lovely thing on the weekend and held a baby shower for me and the pretzels. Did I want a huge number of people? Answer: No. Did I want games? Again: No. Well, at least not any that involve blindfolds, baby food or pegs.
We just spent the weekend perched on uncomfortable chairs in a windowless room. Torture as preparation for parenthood? Not quite. We were at prenatal class, having opted for a 12-hour, let’s-just-get-this-done weekend instead of six weeks of classes. And it was really good (except for the aforementioned chairs. Where do colleges find these things?). Much …
Stay-at-homes versus the-working-ones. Who gets the better end of the deal?
Okay, so it seems I was woefully misinformed! After posting my list of gear we plan to get for the Pretzels, I received a whackload of great advice from mums near and far. Namely: I am not ready for the poop! I am thus updating my list so that it has MANY more muslin/swaddling cloths …
Six months in, and novelty is turning into reality. Some reflections as we head into the home stretch: