In the midst of the Brexit fallout, political chaos and turmoil in financial markets, I’ve found my head otherwise occupied.
Yes, I did vote in the referendum. Yes, I did watch the news avidly from 5am on the day the result was announced. And yes, I was horrified by some of the reaction on social media. But it was mostly soon forgotten, as I have more important things on my mind and they are all BABY RELATED.
By the time you read this I will be working my last few hours before maternity leave and preparing to clear my desk for the next 12 months. As much as I enjoy my lovely job I am looking forward to a break, but judging by my diary I might feel more rested at work. Next week I have appointments with the midwife, at an ‘active birthing’ class, to take my car to the garage, get my teeth seen to, have my hair done, go to a ‘bump, birth and beyond’ ante natal class and more. It turns out preparing for the unknown is a time-consuming business.
But I’m not complaining, because it all feels very exciting.
On Saturday hubby and I hosted a birthday party for me/baby shower for Baby McBabyface (as the ever-increasing bump is known). This seemed like a good plan when I coined the idea back in March . . . less so as the day approached. You see, while I felt invincible four months ago I currently feel like a beached whale and just want to put my swollen feet up. In addition, carpal tunnel in both wrists (just one of the unpleasant pregnancy side effects no one tells you about) has made gardening and housework impossible. This left the burden of preparing our home and garden to the long-suffering other half, who is already operating on limited sleep due to my pregnancy-related insomnia. A last-minute frenzy resulted in a spotless venue while acceptable weather meant our small three-bed semi and garden were able to cope with the influx of guests.
We didn’t have traditional baby shower games, however I did ask our friends to predict Babyface’s birth date, weight and sex. As a 5ft 10ins woman who weighed 9lbs 13oz at birth, it’s fair to say I don’t expect to have a small baby. However I do hope it’s not as big as one guest’s prediction of 10lb 13oz. At this stage I have only one word: Ouch!