I’m really beginning to feel like time is ticking away suddenly. I have a matter of days until I start antenatal classes, just seven weeks until I go on maternity leave and then a mere eleven weeks until I am due. How did it all come about so quickly?

The pressure feels on a bit to get skilled-up in parenting and to make the house habitable for the little ‘un. I have my manuals by the bed and am slowly but surely sifting through the details on how when they sleep you should sleep, how they shouldn’t go to sleep straight after food or they’ll equate the one with the other, how you should treat your child with respect and that this is somehow meant to be easy. Or something like that.

Progress has also been made on the nursery. Well as in there are a few less items of junk in it and a clear vision for when things are going to be done. Humour me at least that it’s good progress.

Yet we still have no pram, no bottles, no changing mats, no clothes, no bathing equipment, no moses basket and pretty much no clue when and how it’s all going to happen.

looks like these next few are going to be busy...