Yummy Mummy
Cathlete
I thaught you "mums to be" might enjoy this story from a expectant "father"
(( I knew my girlfriend was nesting when she told me the balcony needed cleaning again. We had only cleaned the balcony twice in six months, and the last time was the day before. (actually, I am using the royal "we" here. I have never cleaned the balcony)
She was seven months pregnant and had suddenly become anxious that everything would be "ready" for the baby. She seemed to be expecting a child with Victorian domestic standards and an eye for unforgiving detail. One day I caught her carefully lowering her swollen belly to carpet level, so she could dust the feet of the dining room chairs.
"I might be going into labour" she announced
Why?
"Because I just cleaned the kitchen door handle" she replied
But no labour proceeded
She kept making comprehensive lists of vaguely related items and leaving them in open notebooks on the kitchen table. One such inventory included several esoteric articles such as "fat soaker for the barbeque". She said it was a list of "Things we have to do" I told her it would be better titled "Things we have also managed to live happily.......without!"
She tidied up a corner of our bedroom to clear a space for the babys bassinet, clothes, nappies and toys. Meanwhile, I tidied up my massive CD collection, to clear a space for the baby's massive CD collection. Sadly I am informed, children do not appreciate the sacrifies their parents make for them, which begins long before they are even born.
In the last stages of pregnancy, my girlfriend appeared to have lost a significant part of her vocablary.
"What do you call that stuff you use to tie a chickens legs together?" she asked one day
String!
"Oh, that's right" she said
Her brain is turning to mush.
The baby's chest of drawers took over the place of our wine rack, which was packed of to her Mums in a chilling portent of our new priorities. An enormous amount of babys clothes were folded away in that drawer. My girlfriend was a "designers" dream. Clothes from Little Bundle, Bear Bibs, Pumpkin Patch, Baby Gap and a skull and crossbones T-shirt (I picked that myself)
It had been decided that I would transport her to the hospital. She was worried that the shock of my driving might jolt her "out" of labour, but after 10 rehersal runs, she seemed confident in my abilities.
Now we have the hospital route memorized, the chair feet dusted, the skull and crossbones T-shirt awaiting, the "string" identified, and the CD's culled...................we are all ready ))
Marion
You have to stay in shape. My Grandmother started walking when she was 60. Today she is 97 and we don't know where the hell she is! - Ellen DeGeneres
(( I knew my girlfriend was nesting when she told me the balcony needed cleaning again. We had only cleaned the balcony twice in six months, and the last time was the day before. (actually, I am using the royal "we" here. I have never cleaned the balcony)
She was seven months pregnant and had suddenly become anxious that everything would be "ready" for the baby. She seemed to be expecting a child with Victorian domestic standards and an eye for unforgiving detail. One day I caught her carefully lowering her swollen belly to carpet level, so she could dust the feet of the dining room chairs.
"I might be going into labour" she announced
Why?
"Because I just cleaned the kitchen door handle" she replied
But no labour proceeded
She kept making comprehensive lists of vaguely related items and leaving them in open notebooks on the kitchen table. One such inventory included several esoteric articles such as "fat soaker for the barbeque". She said it was a list of "Things we have to do" I told her it would be better titled "Things we have also managed to live happily.......without!"
She tidied up a corner of our bedroom to clear a space for the babys bassinet, clothes, nappies and toys. Meanwhile, I tidied up my massive CD collection, to clear a space for the baby's massive CD collection. Sadly I am informed, children do not appreciate the sacrifies their parents make for them, which begins long before they are even born.
In the last stages of pregnancy, my girlfriend appeared to have lost a significant part of her vocablary.
"What do you call that stuff you use to tie a chickens legs together?" she asked one day
String!
"Oh, that's right" she said
Her brain is turning to mush.
The baby's chest of drawers took over the place of our wine rack, which was packed of to her Mums in a chilling portent of our new priorities. An enormous amount of babys clothes were folded away in that drawer. My girlfriend was a "designers" dream. Clothes from Little Bundle, Bear Bibs, Pumpkin Patch, Baby Gap and a skull and crossbones T-shirt (I picked that myself)
It had been decided that I would transport her to the hospital. She was worried that the shock of my driving might jolt her "out" of labour, but after 10 rehersal runs, she seemed confident in my abilities.
Now we have the hospital route memorized, the chair feet dusted, the skull and crossbones T-shirt awaiting, the "string" identified, and the CD's culled...................we are all ready ))
Marion
You have to stay in shape. My Grandmother started walking when she was 60. Today she is 97 and we don't know where the hell she is! - Ellen DeGeneres
LOL