You may have noticed that I’ve been quieter than usual recently. I could tell you that it’s because I’ve been busy at the sewing machine, sunning myself on some bargain basement Med holiday, doing a Nigella in the kitchen and diligently adjusting the mix for my tip-top homemade compost…
But, erm, none of those things are true – even though these are the things that I would have liked to spend time on over the past couple of months.
Instead, we have a baby on the way! Exciting times, although I must admit that they have become a lot more exciting since I magically regained the ability to eat food other than soup, and stopped spending every spare hour asleep. I’ve been fine at work, but I tend to blog from home, in the evenings and at weekends. And walking through the front door has been triggering some sort of internal “off” switch. Then one day I woke up and ZING! I was fine again. And I’m back. Jeez, I can’t tell you how nice it is to have emerged from that sleep coma.
My due date is Christmas week: extremely convenient for quietly disappearing on maternity leave (the office is closed that week anyway); bad for the poor kiddo’s haul of birthday swag in future years, apparently, which makes me feel angelically thrifty but also a bit guilty.
Someone else with a child born at Christmas told me that it’s the best time of year to have a baby, because all the other families are busy or away then, so you don’t have to go through the HELL of hosting kids’ birthday parties. (Are children’s parties really that bad? I wouldn’t know: the last time I went to one I was nine.)
I have a craving for Waitrose Mango Fingers (above). It started a couple of months ago: I used to pop out and get a little box at lunchtime, as it was the only food that stopped me feeling queasy. I’ve tried chopping up mango and storing it in the work fridge, but it isn’t the same, damn it. There’s something about the Waitrose ones: the ripeness? The chiller cabinet temperature? I don’t know. Sadly, Waitrose Mango Fingers cost an eyewatering £1.75 a pop… My food budget is well and truly trashed!
I haven’t bought anything for the baby yet. During one particularly intrepid lunch hour I did a reccy in the local branch of Mothercare, for the first time since I accompanied a friend in there a few years ago. (Actually, my one memory of that shopping trip is holding up a premature-sized babygro and gasping, “WHAT? THEY COME OUT THAT BIG?” But let’s not dwell on that right now.)
I left Mothercare in a daze. I had no idea that a Juicy Couture fur-lined pushchair even existed – let alone that people are expected to fork out £300 for it. “Baby furniture”? I think not. And what is all that random plastic tat in the feeding and bathing sections? Is this stuff really necessary?
Right now I’m Clueless McClueless, so if any readers possess more wisdom than I do about what is needed, what definitely isn’t and where to find the baby bargains, then please share it. I am all ears!