I’m beginning to worry that I’m just not Mummy material.
I have no clue about what I’m supposed to buying, about the stages of development, about weaning or anything like that.
I have books, I try to read ahead, but it just seems easier to concentrate on what’s happening right now with the pregnancy. I’m kind of hoping I’ll just wake up one day and these missing Mum Skills will have just appeared.
The only Mum Skills I’ve mastered are the Mum Look, ability to embarrass and ability to order to clean bedrooms. I don’t think these skills are going to help much with a new baby.
People keep stressing me out asking me what I’ve bought already.
I haven’t bought a thing.
I keep getting told I should be stock piling nappies – but how am I supposed to know which ones to buy? Will the baby get on with a particular brand over another or are they all the same? What size should I even get?
Mostly – where the hell am I meant to put it all? The baby doesn’t have a bedroom yet.
I told a friend about my plan to decorate the babies room when I go on maternity leave, two weeks before my due date. She told me I absolutely mustn’t paint the baby’s room then – supposedly it should be done three months before due date? How the hell can I do that? We’re having to make Phil’s kids share a room, I said it wouldn’t have to happen until October, we can’t go back on our word and say now it’s happening in July, or make him sleep in a room that’s decorated for a baby.
Why is this so difficult!
I’m assuming there’s some kind of list in one of my many books that will tell me what to buy. All I have on my list so far is:
- moses basket
- chest of drawers
- changing station top for chest of drawers
- baby grows of some kind
- Hungry Caterpillar book
- nappies of some kind
- super duper snazzy transformer type pushchair/carseat thing
I think my list is pretty light.
I’m usually pretty organised, and I keep thinking of things I should buy – or get instructed by someone else. And then when I try to remember it’s gone. I’ve lost all capacity of my short term memory. I thought of a brilliant girls name that I wanted, and now can’t remember what that is.
I’ve had to buy a little notebook that I’ll write everything into so I don’t forget. At work I am surrounded by post it notes, whenever my boss asks me to do anything I write it straight on a post it, I’m petrified of messing up because I’ve got some kind of mentally deficient pregnancy fog.
I just hope I get back to being super organised, and some how inspiration strikes and I know what to do.