I discovered yesterday that the old cliche of pregnant women “eating for two” can be joined by “shopping for two”. As Mrs C has grown she’s obviously needed some new maternity clothes. Trying to find shops that actually sell half decent maternity clothes has been a challenge in itself, but that’s another post.

However, since we’ve discovered that we’re having a boy, Mrs C has had renewed shopping energy. The chance to buy clothes for someone else, and clothes that will fit and that don’t look like there from communist east Germany for that, has been too much. We know that it makes sense for us not to buy too much now as our parents, aunties and uncles, friends etc have all promised to buy and donate things to us when closer to the time, but it doesn’t reduce the urge to shop. Most certainly not in Mrs C.

So yesterday we made a trip to Solihull because “I need a swimming costume” (this is partly related to fears about people thinking she’s just plain fat). Mamas & Papas and Mamman Jojo Bebe (shops I hadn’t heard of 4 months ago) were on the itinerary. M&P is essentially the Harrods of baby shops. It has some really wonderful things in there, but with eye-watering price tags.

Mrs C said she wanted to show me a nursing chair that she had seen in the store: “It reclines, and rocks and is the most comfortable chair you’ll every sit in.” I was fairly dubious of that but thought ‘Rocking chair? Sounds fun!’. As I sat into the chair, Mrs C pulled a lever on the side. I leant back and it relined.

“Oh sweet Jesus!”.

Waves of tiredness rolled over me and I could feel myself drifting off to the land of nod. I just managed to say “How much?” but was too far gone to hear the answer….