Operation Where’s All This Crap Meant To Go?

Alexandra's sister Cara trying out one of the numerous baby-related monstrosities in our lounge!

Alexandra’s sister Cara trying out one of the numerous baby-related monstrosities in our lounge!

So babies come with a lot of stuff, who’d have thunk it huh?

When we first started off on this whole mom/dad/baby partnership thing we’ve got going on, we of course bought quite a lot of stuff for Alexandra. However, it was all pretty much contained – all of her clothes, bedding, towels, books, teddies and some toys in her room with a nice storage box in the lounge for the rest of the toys.

Now nine and a half months in, there’s baby stuff frigging EVERYWHERE. We always get comments about how neat our house is but whenever I look in a room there seems to be all manner of shiny, brightly coloured plastic shit. The kitchen is contained as only the steriliser is out on the side with all of her bowls, cups etc in the drawers. The only sign of a baby in our bedroom now she doesn’t sleep in there is the monitor. The second bedroom where Alex’s sister sleeps when she’s here is also fairly okay unless I’m in the middle of an eBay clear out when we’re swapping Alex’s clothes for the next size up.

In the bathroom I thought we were on to a winner when we discarded the baby bath when she was big enough to sit up unaided. Instead we’ve managed to acquire about 455,262,366 bath toys so you’re never on your own in there and you’re instead being eyed up by a fleet of ducks, some whales and the cast of the Hungry Caterpillar.

The lounge is definitely the worst though! Right now in here we have a jumparoo, which itself seems to be the size of a small planet and rigged up with magnets so your toes are attracted to it and you trip over it multiple times a day; a baby gym and playmat; highchair; bouncer and a whacking great playpen. I tidy up after her multiple times a day (read constantly), but considering how obtrusive all her stuff is I might as well just give up and resign myself that the colour scheme is now ‘bright and clashing’ with a definite plastic theme.

As it’s going to be many, many years before she locks herself in her bedroom constantly engrossed in whatever the 2030s version of MSN Messenger is, I think I’m just going to have to get used to tripping over stuff all the time!

Harriet and Alexandra x

Too Prepared?

A selfie in the nursery!

A selfie in the nursery!

I’ve had a few comments to the effect that I’m almost over-prepared for this baby to arrive. I know people operate in different ways but for me, I like to be organised and get stuff done as early as possible if I can (we had flowers, a DJ, photographer, flower girl dress, theme etc within a week of booking our wedding) and to me, having a baby is no different. Yes I have three months left until her birth but all that means is I can focus on all the other zillion things which need to be done, ideally before I’m up all night with a newborn and probably frazzled out my mind trying to get into some sort of routine.

We bought a couple of bits and bobs before our first scan, a fair amount in between the two scans and then lots of gender-specific stuff after 20 weeks. This means her wardrobe is pretty full and if people ask we’ll probably be steering them towards six months and upwards for any clothes they want to buy. We’ve been buying wipes, nappies and toiletries when we’ve seen good deals and the nursery was overhauled about two months ago (by Dylan, although I was very good at helping put up the wardrobe and actually put the bookcase up myself – girl power win!) so all that’s left to do in there is paint the cot (which we already had from Dylan’s youngest daughter) and choose a chair and some little decorations.

The moses basket is ready for action with sheets ready to put on the mattress, we have a monitor, a sterilising kit, a sling, a travel system etc. Two weeks ago I bought two nighties for my hospital bag. So yes, I am very prepared – but equally there’s still bits and bobs to get and I’m also very conscious that baby will arrive when she wants to – not bang on 40 weeks. We could be looking at the end of September if she’s overdue but also lots of babies are born well before their due date, even months before. Obviously a prem baby would require extra preparation in itself and probably some dashing out to get even tinier outfits etc. But at least we’d know we’d got the basics covered and we had some clothes for her to grow into!

However, and this could be weird to admit, there’s also a slightly less practical reason why I wanted to get stuff so early – I just love going into her nursery and looking at all the tiny cute stuff in there! It makes me even more excited for her to arrive!

Harriet and bump x