Things are moving and shaking in baby land at the minute which is fantastic. It’s really exciting as there’s been a little movement within herself…literally. He’s mastering the breast stroke by the looks of it and doing pretty well. There’s always something new happening around here and let’s face it everything is going to be new from now on. We’re at the stage now where we’re deciding on all sorts of stuff like how the nursery will look, colors, patterns, fabrics, where to put the crib, oh wait what kind of crib, what color will that be? Holy shit. My head is wrecked and the little fella hasn’t even made an appearance yet. But listen if I’m learning anything right now about not only all this but myself as well is that I need more patience.
Now for those of you who don’t know anything about me I have what my missus may agree is a very very slight almost non-existent and to me hardly even noticeable but probably worth a minor mention so I can help others who suffer from this gift….an issue with my attention span. To be fair it’s nothing really but well when it comes to the aforementioned nursery project design I tune the fuck out. I genuinely want to know what’s going on (you can put that down to my control issues, which I’ll admit are alive and well thanks to the 6 years I spent in boarding school) but really just a couple of key sentences will do so I can give my two cents, which I’ve been known to do and let’s leave it there. But I suppose I can’t really say anything after all’s done and dusted if I don’t have any input now. However, the more info you give me now the more I’m forgetting. Fact! It’s not entirely my fault, I think it’s a chemical thing in males and if I just made that up well I’m sticking to it.
We’ve also entered the baby naming phase not to mention the baby shower conversations. They’re both for another day.
Read my previous post about baba Murphy here.