We need an ear thermometer, apparently. The Big Shop, was a Big success - even down to the tiniest, most thermometer-y details. I thought I was losing DH at the first hurdle when we went to order the blind for the baby's room, and he spent the whole appointment on his phone 'checking the football scores.' Oh dear, I thought, this is going to be a long day. But he perked up when we got into the baby department, and actually had opinions on things like fitted sheets for the cot bed (to terry towel, or not to terry towel?), and was extremely interested in the coconut layer that sits somewhere between the springs and the rest of the bumpf in the baby's mattress.
Granted, I soothed his day with a quick trip to Uniqlo, where I circumvented the women's department and oo-ed and ah-ed as he tried on jumpers.
Then we treated ourselves to a lovely new rug (the baby got one too, obviously) and a decent coffee break and wham, bam, the shopping was done! Of course, we still have a few bits to get, but I feel safe in the knowledge that the bulk of the baby's stuff is arriving in a week and we can start unpacking (him) and washing (me).
The rest of the weekend pasted in a calm, if somewhat sleep-deprived manner. I don't think the orange juice before I go to bed, as advised by my GP to help with iron absorption, is doing anything for my acid attacks. Twice I woke up and built some kind of pillow/seat contraption only to find it less comfortable than being flat and acidy. So although we didn't do much, I'm still a bit whacked. So for once, I'm thankful to those pesky tube workers for striking today. It meant a day at home, and frankly, anyone who helps me achieve one of those, these days, deserves a medal (or at least a pay rise).
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