Early last year my BFF sent me an email all about the cot thing she had bought for her baby (it was still in her tummy and we didn’t know yet that she was going to be my beautiful god-daughter). It is one of those baby hammock’s called a Nature’s Nest and she was going on about how it would help her baby to sleep better and on and on, so I went and looked it up and started fantasizing about when I get pregnant and can buy these things.
Then oneday on the way to work, I passed a shop with one of these in the window and I yearned to go in and actually have a look at it and see if it would be appropriate for our baby, if it was stable enough, pretty enough and would actually make baby sleep better. Now obviously being an infertile I’ve never actually been in the shop and the shop isn’t actually a baby shop anyway just a furniture place and they too the crib out the window probably eight months ago.
But still almost every morning on my way to work, I drive passed this shop and think of my baby. Some days it makes me excited to think about the adventure we are embarking on, the exciting decisions we will have to make and the awesomeness of what we are planning. And then some days (like today) just so unbearably sad that I can’t go in there yet, that it’s not my turn yet to choose prams, cots, car seats. That it’s too early to start making the mobile for over the cot. Too early to choose a theme for the nursery. In fact it’s even too early to bother with vitamins!
I bet when I finally go into the shop they won’t have any cots never mind the baby hammock I so long to look at. But every day I yearn to stop in and just look…