Stay at Home Mummy

Firstly, to all stay at home Mums out there: RESPECT.

It's not like I haven't done it before, but it's been quite a while.

And I'm sorry, but I just couldn't do this full time. It would do my head in. My son would do my head in.

We had a lovely "moment" when he climbed into my bed and gave me a cuddle, but by 8am he was demanding a trip to the park. On another day I would have been happy to oblige, but today I had to stay in for a delivery. It's not the actual spending time with him that does my head in, I love it when we can happily play together with his train set or his lego. It's the incessant, repetitive whining that drives me up the wall:

Son: "we go to park now?"

Me: "We have to wait for a man to come and then we'll go"

Son: "Mummy, when man has been, we go to park, yeah?"

Me: "yes"

Son "Mummy, we can go to park now?

Me: "No, the man hasn't been yet. When he's been we can go to the park"

Son: "Mummmmmmmmmy??"

Me: "Yes"

Son: "We go to park now?"

Thankfully a friend of mine had come round for the morning and for lunch to keep me company. Unfortunately she's got a 9 month old and he wasn't in the best of moods. He clearly hadn't slept and she was trying everything to try and stop him whinging. It's funny, I've noticed that mums with younger babies often seem to get agitated and almost embarrassed when their babies start playing up. What they forget is that we've all been there. We don't judge them. We know that the fact that their baby's whinging isn't a reflection of their parenting and most of all that they too will one day look back and wish that they hadn't got so embarrassed themselves.

So, my morning past fairly uneventfully.

This afternoon I had my GP appointment. The one I had booked about 3 weeks ago to discuss my "secondary infertility". Instead I was discussing my pregnancy, which was wonderful.

Amusingly, I've had my due date confirmed as 25th December. A Christmas baby.

I then told my best friend and she is obviously delighted.

I'm not telling anyone else. It feels strange enough that a few people know already. It's like I'm tempting fate. I don't really want to talk about it with them too much. Not for a few weeks anyway.