An inside job

My partner and I are preparing for the imminent arrival of our baby daughter. This largely involves the drafting of complicated lists that require multiple visits to Baby City, and sharing our bed with a pregnancy pillow that resembles a gargantuan pair of plushy fake legs (amazingly comfortable for me, not so much for Mister).

Being first-time parents over 40 means that most of our friends have already had kids, so we’ve gone all in and signed up to every baby/birthing class out there. Antenatal, breastfeeding, calm birth, virtual visits to the hospital, endless questions for our amazing midwife … you get the picture. Continue reading