Something else to clutter up the house - I mean, welcome the baby with...

This seems like a very nifty product to make life easier with a newborn. It's by Stokke and it's an attachment to thier already hugely successful toddler seat. I know it's hugely successful because two of our little friends (ages: 3 1/2 and 4 1/4) have them, and even us adults have been known to perch happily on their comfortable seat bottoms for long dinners and general down time. This, above, is to stop the baby-screaming-on-the-floor-while-you-eat situation. Apparently, little ones don't like being ignored. Big ones don't like being ignored either; I should know, I'm the Queen of give-me-attention. So I'm thinking the Pullen Bear will be too, and probably won't enjoy being in a bouncer on the floor while we all eat roast chicken. Maybe this is the answer? I won't be buying it now, I need to have this little bubba first, but it's on the metaphorical back-burner.
I am fully aware that I haven't uploaded my Profile Diaries yet this week. I would have done it today, but I'm wearing a denim dress and it doesn't really mould around the bump, so you'll get no sense of any shape changes. I'll wear something tighter and more bump-friendly tomorrow and will upload immediately. As an aside, I feel like my old self today. This dress has been around for donkey's years, and I'm wearing it with my Gap black/white stripy long sleeve (bought circa 2005) and a red Kookai cardigan (bought circa 1998 - I'm not kidding). This is a classic Alice combo and amazingly, the bump fits in treat. This outfit sure as hells beat the floral dress I wore yesterday. I mean, unbelievably, I actually received some positive feedback from people in the office, but pale pink (even over black tights) does nothing for one's bump proportions. I looked like a hippo, in a not very cute way.
I know that once Saturday rolls around and I no longer need to look 'smart' for the forseeable future, it'll be all Ugg boots and leggings - and I can't wait. Working out what to wear in the morning is an unfair obstacle to an already tiring day. And frankly, I'm over it.