Come on, I had to finish what I started, right?
We are thrilled to announce the arrival of Hugo Patrick, born (two weeks early!) on Friday July 12th at 6:18pm, weighing 6lbs, 10oz and measuring 19.5 inches long. He is the most amazing thing ever to have happened to us.
Last weekend, my wonderful friends Alison and Sherry threw me a baby shower. Now, since baby showers aren't something we really do in the UK and most of my American friends with kids had had their kids before I met them, I'd only ever been to one baby shower prior to my own. The large bulk of my knowledge of baby showers, therefore, came from the same place most of my knowledge of US-based traditions comes from: sitcoms of the 1990s and the Babysitters Club books.
This post isn't sponsored—as in, I wasn't paid to write it—but I did get sent the two little pieces of baby clothing for free. I liked them, and I liked the company, and so I decided to write about them in case you like them too.
One of the things that's been really interesting to me about pregnancy is how strangers act towards you when you're pregnant. For the most part, they seem to smile at you and ask you how you're feeling a lot more than they do when you're not pregnant, and every once in a while you'll get some kind soul who'll insist you go in front of them in line at the grocery store even when you assure them that you're fine and you don't need to. People, for the most part, seem to like pregnant women, and this is lovely.
Sean and I went down to Palm Springs last weekend for a little last-minute R&R before the baby is scheduled to arrive in six weeks time. We wanted to get away, just the two of us, for a few days of not talking about the nursery or labor breathing or paternity leave, and to just enjoy hanging out with each other as a couple before we begin the rest of our lives together as a family. Yeah, I could call it a "babymoon," I guess, but then how could you ever take me seriously again?