Mummy's Coffee Morning

Ever since we announced that we were expecting I have had to listen to all manner of speculations and random bits of advice no matter if I wanted them or not.  One thing in particular that really annoyed me however, was having to listen to my Husbands friends and friends of friends and work colleagues fill his head with all sorts of horrendous horror stories about how he could expect me to behave over the next 9+ months.   Now I have to say this did come from both the partnered and single Dads but definitely more so from the single/what I can only presume to be unhappy/bitter Dads.   This was supposed to be a joyous time in our lives, we were happy and beginning to enjoy the changes in our lives and in my body yet I had to stand by and listen to these speculations.  Fortunately, I am pleased to say that my wonderful husband defended me greatly (at least whilst I was present) by saying all sorts of wonderful things and dismissing their warnings which I was thankful for

I have gone from somebody who thought they were having broken sleep occasionally to a heavily pregnant someone who regularly sees the early hours of the morning these days. I suppose (as everyone is quick to tell me) I can look at it as practise for those broken nights of sleep and night feeds soon to come (and if all the "advice" givers are to be believed a quality of sleep which will remain firmly in place for the next 18 years at least!)   Although somehow I don't quite think being up with a newborn is going to be nearly the same as being up with a hot chocolate and catch up TV but we shall see.  Anyway it is on these early morning wake ups that I often lie there thinking about entirely random things which usually I can do nothing about there and then (if at all.)   Last night, I was reminded of the lengthy and ridiculous journey I had to take in order to finally find out what was "wrong with me." As far as I remember my journey started at about 18 y