Mummy's Coffee Morning

We live in a flat and have a short but awkward flight of stairs to climb every time we wish to exit into the big wide world or return with snoozing baby. This has presented many problems. Not to mention giving me hours of standing around in the communal hallway trying not to look wierd whilst I wait for snoozing baby to wake up. The luxury of simply wheeling pram and sleeping baby into house was sadly not ours. I was also faced daily with the effort of lugging all the pram components and bags downstairs whilst baby, inevitably in the early days, cried from his safe deposit area (the floor.) We bought a glorious pram, the urbo 2 in limited edition liberty print (on sale I might add)   It is a beautiful pram and wonderfully smooth to push and operate however Baby Cremore rejected to tradition carry cot part (later we discovered due to reflux in the early days and general nosiness laterly)  So we switched up pretty quickly to the pram which incidentally  lies flat anyway so we pr

7 and a half months postpartum. OH MY GOD I'M A MUM AND I HAVE A 7 MONTH OLD! Something astounding has happened.  I cannot pin point exactly when it happened but I know that it has. There has been a shift in the world and it's as if a curtain has been lifted, all of a sudden it feels like I have (finally) started to adjust into my new role as mummy. It's strange and I can't describe it particularly well but I feel different. It's almost as if I have been watching my life for the past 7 months and now I am actually in it rather than floating above it. As I write that those little words 'post natal depression' pop up and believe me I have heard them SO much. Whilst I think it's good health care professionals are a bit more on the ball about it, people asking you every chance they get if 'you are feeling alright in yourself' does make you a tad paranoid that maybe you arent. So having spent the last few months wondering if I did 'feel alrigh