This photo makes me happy. Me and my friend S, pushing our boys along the road in their prams. We went to the baby weighing clinic and I walked back to our flat on my own with Skittle.
IN HIS PRAM. FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER.
So it's a rubbish photo but I don't care. I like it. I like it a lot.
The last time I went out on my own I felt dreadful, panicked, sweated, hyperventilated and had Skittle pressed to me in the sling as I held his little legs and constantly kissed his head. This time I went out with the pram, and although a bit tense and nervous I ACTUALLY KIND OF ENJOYED IT. Oh my goodness. I never thought I'd see the day.
Finally after 7 long months I feel like I've done something proper mum-ish. I'm so sorry Skittle that it's taken me so long. Here's to more, short and manageable adventures!