As it turns out, after my worries in this post , I was saved from cooking for Sam’s birthday when he suggested that we get take away.
I promised I’d be back soon with a more upbeat post.
It’s hardly a secret that I am obsessed with Arlo sleeping. I’ve got a whole category dedicated to the subject.
I realise this is giving away the fact that I am unbelievably overindulged, but I can’t remember the last time I cooked a proper meal.
When Sam gets in from work, we often go through the same conversation where I ask about his day. Sometimes he asks about mine, sometimes he doesn’t.
As the end of May approaches, I have a few things on my mind. Firstly, Sam’s quarter-of-a-century birthday is coming up and I need to remind Arlo to get him a present.
I do a very good impression of fitting in with the mums at the baby groups Arlo and I frequent. The changes we have made over the past year are typical of a young family.
During my pregnancy I scoured the internet for first hand accounts, and thereby deduced that the 12 week scan was the big moment when you feel a connection with your baby – a rush of love.