And went for this spotty pram blanket instead. I know, this is extremely dull information to impart, but today I really don't have much to report. Unless, of course, you want to know about my bad sleeping, funny walking or achey thighs. See, the blanket is interesting, when you put it in context.
Funnily enough, I haven't bought the pram yet. This is mainly because I can get it as 'next day delivery' and for some reason, that freaked me out a bit. Seeing as the cot bed is now in situ (albeit boxed up) and the changing table has been constructed (thank you DH), I think now is the time to deal with the buggy. So I will go forth and order, and then report back with my findings.
On the sex front, no not that kind of sex, the sex of the baby, the last week has been all about BOY. Everyone has suddenly started saying boy again. It's very strange. Even Christian Louboutin (sorry to name drop) who I intereviewed last week was adament. He said, in his jolly French accent, that it's because I don't have 'any of ze pimples'. Mmm, I'm not sure pimples are a sure sign of girl or boy, but the rush of boy feelings has certainly got us firmed up on the name. It's been a struggle getting there, but I think, finally, we have one that we both love. And that will hopefully suit this Bear, if it does turn out to be a Mini Boy Boy.
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