Having just finished putting together this gorgeous cot, ready for Rex, I have had a stark, sudden realisation… I am actually having a baby!
I obviously do know that I am having a baby but until tonight the realism and extent of what I am actually about to embark on is more apparent than the shambolic English weather. In a matter of weeks a small baby will be keeping me awake, covering me in sick, I’ll be knee deep in poo and life will have changed forever. Why have I not realised this before? Is this normal?
Right, I’m gonna have to stop and go and pour myself a large glass of smokey single malt…