Raisin oat cookies, because I have a thousand things to do, I procrastinate by making cookies and the midwife told me that oats are good for making milk, sounds like a good enough reason to me.
The Beautiful flowers sent to me from my lovely brother in London
Cupcakes in all their pink glory
The present pile: what a lucky baby
I have a list a list as long as both my arms, of what I need to do right now, so I am procrastinating by writing on this blog that I actually signed up for over a year ago. My intention was to create something as a kind of adjunct to our family blog, filled with the more mundane details of daily life and some of my less censored thoughts on being a Mum. Umm, now I feel weighed down by the expectation of what to write, my mind is blank. Lets see
Current Obsessions 1: My Hospital Bag: I had been a bit lackadaisical about my bag this time around, having no history of ever going into labour and an elective c-section booked in a few weeks time I figured I had plenty of time up my sleeve. Well, apparently not, I spent a couple of days in hospital this week fighting a nasty kidney infection with a bag that was packed in a fog of fever and confusion. I spent two nights up there with a collection of the most random and useless items. Somehow I managed to pack my mankiest and ugliest pieces of my sleeping and maternity attire. I felt like Pamela Anderson gone wrong when John had to wheel me ( yes in a wheelchair) to my scan in another part of the hospital, wearing my 3 year old SHORT, Black nightie and cadry covered in fluff and my ugg boots. I was well and truly embracing the white trash diva within. John himself had turned up to the hospital that day dressed in his finest smart casual attire, when I commented on his sharp look, he informed me of his theory, that if you make the effort to present yourself well then the Dr's would be less inclined to view you as unintelligent and treat you like an idiot. Great. This from the man who had said 'Are you serious' when I asked him to retrieve my hairdryer and GHD for me and bring them up to the hospital, and I explained to him the difference between the feeling of lying in bed with clean straight hair versus sweaty day old curls. He probably had high hopes that I would present myself well, but I forgot to ask him to bring a hairbrush. So, aside from pondering the important things like the health of my unborn child and weather or not I was going into premature labour, I managed to distract myself with the composition of a list of what my penultimate bag would contain. A robe and pj's more likely to be found in the pages of Martha Stewart Living than in a trailer park, some tasteful slippers a cute bathroom bag filled functionally with multi tasking potions like some Everything Balm, and of course a hair brush. The day after release from my confinement I headed to, where else but the mall in order to begin the composition of 'the bag'. John indulged me, realising that my head was perhaps not quite yet in the right space and maybe I was attempting to distract myself from the more traumatic events of the past week. Anyhow, it has all alluded me, I could find nothing that fits my vision, I have wondered if there is some complex psychological process at work here, maybe that NOT having the perfect bag on standby is symbolic of my lack of emotional preparedness for this new babe or an attempt to push down further the possibility that it could actually have debuted this week. Over think much? Anyhow, I have shifted my focus to the wonderful world of online shopping, the contents of my dream bag are out there somewhere, I just have to find them.
2: Birthday Parties We have two birthday parties booked in the weeks immediately following the expected new debut. This is for several reasons, one that it is actually Ben's birthday and secondly that John's Mum is coming all the way over from Canada, so it seemed right to give her the opportunity to attend them. But they are doing my head it, I have booked the venues, have the invites of standby, but I don't seem to be able to commit myself to do things like finalzing the invite list and actually sending them, buying the party boxes, deciding on a cake. I go around in circles over and over again.
