...this Orla Kiely beauty will be making its way to the maternity suite in about 14 weeks time. Friends say I'm organised but I just want to point out here, that this little darling was actually sent to me as a gift. Of course I haven't started thinking about what I'm going to take to the hospital with me on D Day. That doesn't mean that lovely other PR friends aren't worried on my behalf. 'Getting you all set for the arrival' was the attached note. My heart skipped a beat.
Actually, I'm now wondering whether to give this baby (not that baby), a trial run when we go to Mallorca on Saturday. Would it be rude to test the case before I take it to the hospital, or is it nicer to keep these things prisitine and perfect until their intended use arrives?
Either way, I'm going to be the chic-est Mum-to-be in the hospital. Not that this will mean anything when I get there. Considering that I'll be trying to push a small child from my loins. Presumably, any thoughts of pull-up handles and nifty wheels will be lost in a haze of laughing gas, and possibly epidural. Anyway, it's nice to know, while I'm sitting at my desk, mind and body still in one piece, that I'll have a nice bag in tow when I head off to St Mary's sometime later this year.
In some senses, the due date feels like it's fast approaching. The time is ticking by quickly now, 24, 25, now 26 weeks. But then, when I actually sit down and think about it, 14 weeks is a rather long time to wait. Blimey, being pregnant takes forever - and I'm starting to get impatient.
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