Thursday, 14 March 2013
It began quite early on for me. Our lovely two bedroom flat is already a bit of a squeeze, and in order to fit in a baby and all the ensuing detritus, we're going to need to either move somewhere bigger or do a life laundry. In order to prevent nervous breakdowns all round, we have opted for the former. This all sounds perfectly reasonable, but of course pregnancy is nature's way of setting a ticking time bomb that you have no control over. We have just five months left now to sort out our lives. Hence, 'the fear'.
'The fear' is that hot sweaty sensation you get in the night when you realise you have no idea where you're going to put a folded buggy.
'The fear' is the moment that people ask which nursery you will use - yes, apparently we should already know this.
'The fear' is that growing sensation that nothing will be the same again.
I am slowly learning that I will not be a perfect parent, nor indeed is it possible to be one. With this lesson, 'the fear' gets smaller, although I will no doubt still wake up in a cold sweat tonight about whether or not to get a bumbo seat...