Back from yet another weekend’s worth of classes. I’m beginning to get so full up with bumf about meconium, colostrum, prostoglandin etc, that I’m forgetting the fact I’ll actually have a baby to go with it all.
This week’s NCT was fun, although Eddie scored tickets to see England vs the All Blacks at Twickenham so abandoned me for the day. We talked induction and then attempted to change the nappy of a biro-encrusted doll with varying degrees of success.
Then this afternoon I went back for a talk on breastfeeding, where the basic message seemed to be ‘Breastfeed or Else’. The woman who gave the talk was an enormous Earth Mother and clearly I’ll be condemned for life if I fail. I’ll give it my best shot, but at the end of the day if it doesn’t work it doesn’t work. I wasn’t breastfed and look at me – I turned out fine!!
Eddie’s still frantically finishing the house, it seems to have taken him weeks to sort out the two doors in our spare room, a tortuous process. I know nothing about DIY and so am absolutely useless in any capacity other than that which involves procuring him some form of refreshment.
We’ve also ordered the carpet so hopefully in a few weeks time everything will be ready. I’m already panicking the baby will come early and we won’t be ready. No doubt it’ll be the opposite and I’ll still be sitting here in January eating vindaloo and praying for it to be over…..Please, please let this not be the case.
William's First Year 