In the process of wanting to turn the spare room into a nursery we have created a junk yard.

Only a matter of weeks ago our beautifully tidy second bedroom neatly housed our computer and a few other bits and bobs and caused no one injury or harm.

But now it looks like a bomb has hit it and all my vision for what this room will become has disappeared. Instead I am left desperately trying to find someone who won’t charge me the earth to make this all go away and give my child the bedroom it needs so that it doesn’t have to sleep in a dismantled cot with no mattress, on nine MFI boxes strategically placed so that you can’t see the carpet.

I really wish I could just click my fingers and it would all come together but right now I would settle for being able to walk into the room without fearing that I might do myself some damage. I know what I’d like the space to become. I have picked the colour scheme, the border for the walls, even some pictures to add splashes of colour but how we are going to turn what we have into that is beyond me.

And I’m not exactly a DIY expert at the best of times. Coupled with my inability to lift anything heavier than a screwdriver and I am rendered pretty useless in the process.

It’s fine when it was just the two of us. We left that room to its own devices but now I have to take responsibility for making this all better and it’s stressing me out. I’m going to close my eyes and count to 1,000. When I open them I am hoping it’s all fixed. Ok?

And this is someone who is meant to become a mother in a matter of months...