The last few days have ran as follows. Cleaning for 48 hours straight with ZERO sleep .... pains... false alarm, cleaning... was that another pain?... where’s the Moses basket... stint in Holles Street... sh*t... clean out that press... where’s the bouncer we had?... did we own a carry tot or borrow one?... Was that a contraction?... Well, I’m not ready... I still need to pick up a few bits in Ikea and Liffey Valley AND we haven’t a single name that we agree on 😅
On the first one, I was ready and twiddling my thumbs at 25 weeks. This one, I’m. all. over. the. shop.
Think I might just be finally ready though, so I’m spending the night on Pinterest planning my A/W wardrobe (obvs 2019 😭) So now that I’m ready, the baby won’t prob come until 15 days after my due date, just like its brother 😅
This is obviously not me, robbed from Pinterest 🙄🤪