It’s been a funny old week this week, London Fashion Week has been upon us and for the first time in at least 6 years I haven’t been to one show. I was invited to 3 shows and found myself missing each one. I don’t feel glamorous enough to go – does that sound silly? Also, what on earth would I wear! I somehow think my maternity jeans really wouldn’t cut it with the fashionistas (I even scowl at them). The other thing is the baby’s foot had been in my rib since Saturday and three days later it’s still there, this means no sleep for me! LFW isn’t the only thing I’ve missed either, I was due to go to the Excel Centre to see the Baby Show, at which Next had a stand, but of course lack of sleep and the joy that is putting weekend engineering works on the central line meant that I would have to suffer a bus replacement service – changing 3 times both there and back, and I know full well my bladder will no longer hold out that long. I think I’ve done well to get to almost 7 months and still go about my normal life, but this week that’s two things that I’ve had to make allowances for.

Instead of the Baby Show on Saturday, as I seethed about Transport For London’s incompetence, I stumbled across some fab second hand storybooks. My baby book has been recommending that I read to the bump so it can become familiar with my voice. Now to anyone who knows me this is preposterous as I don’t stop talking, even when I’m at home I talk to the dog, so there’s no chances of the child not knowing me but at the same time I find the idea of reading the bump stories quite cool. I found a lovely Winnie the Pooh book mid week but was on my way to London and didn’t want to carry it backwards and forward on the tube. Unfortunately, on my return on Saturday it had gone but instead I found a huge book of Beatrix Potter Tales so snapped that up instead! This reminded me of books my brothers and I loved as kids and on ringing home my mam confirmed she’d saved my brothers Mr Men book collection for her grandchildren, perfect reason to invest in some bookshelves for the nursery- I don’t know who would be more excited at the adventures of Mr Tickle and Little Miss Naughty me or the baby!