First off, how LOVELY is my brother for the comment he left on my blog. He lives in London as a typical 23-year-old guy, late nights, lots of drinking and lots of girls, although apparently he does have a girlfriend at the moment? He is a great guy, and although there is a huge age difference between us, we have always been close, we have a special bond. I helped my mom with him when he was a little baby. (Brother, I have cleaned your butt several times, you own me buddy!!) We are actually very similar, my brother and I.
Last night he phoned to ask me how I am doing, so I told him to go read my blog for updates. Which he did and then left that amazing comment. How mature and sweet and lovely, especially for a young guy. Ok, my family really is amazing, we are v close. My parents have obviously done something right (besides produce exceptionally good looking, witty, intelligent off spring). I was v touched by that comment. Love you little brother, and we miss you, lots.
Then ante-natal class from last night. It was ok’ish. Bit boring actually as it was all about natural birth. And as there is nothing natural about me, the conception, the pg, (the boobs), the birth etc, we didn’t relate much. The class ended with breathing and visualization exercises which we politely decline to participate in. Read: Marko saying, “I am not fucking staying for that shit”. So we left just before the exercises. But we will be back next week. Oh wait, I won a prize. You had to answer some really easy questions, but the people there are mostly either very thick or very shy, and so eventually, after trying to force my hand down for a while, I couldn’t resist, I stuck my hand up in the air ‘pick me, pick me’ and I answered the question correctly. Unfortunately I wasn’t allowed to answer any more questions, but I knew all the answers. Marko just shook his head.
Thennnnnn…..Yesterday Marko and I went to go look at nursery furniture. Marko and I walk around baby shops likes perverts in a sex shop, almost guiltily looking over our shoulders in case people see us and tell us we don’t belong there, picking things up, marveling over them, but never buying. So yesterday we went to look at a v v nice, up market baby store (also v expensive, but TOO effin cute), JUST TO HAVE A LOOK. I wanted to see what was available.
Welllll, as luck would have it, they are closing their orders for delivery for this year, by the end of the week. If we don’t order now, the next delivery will only be end Feb, which is too late. So my dear friends, I am going to be ordering nursery furniture at the end of the week (as if a few days will make a difference), for delivery in December. Such cute stuff. This is the theme we are going for, Honey Bunny. Looks better in real life, a beautiful soft green and blue.
I am ordering nursery furniture. I can’t believe it. Who would have ever thought in a million years I would be ordering nursery furniture. Oh shit, this is scary. V v nice, but v v scary. Thank goodness it is only arriving in December, it if was arriving now I would have to leave it in boxes or hidden away.