You walk past the kids play area, crash into at least a dozen pregnant bellies, and end up walking through the children’s bedroom furniture. You have to use the bathroom but you are pretty sure you (a) can’t find the toilet in the maze of the store or (b) your period will be waiting for you in your underpants.
Hubby and I spent five minutes staring at a children’s room dreaming. We even named our child. Unable to buy any of the kids stuff for our own children, I bought my little nephew kiddies glasses (which he scoffed at because he’s four now and wants a grown-ups glass to drink from) and some mini cutlery so he stops poking his mouth with our forks. The spare small room made for our child, now has a brand new £35 ikea desk in it – I guess it’ll be a workspace after all.
Step 5: Light spotting
Step 6: Insert swear word
This is how I spent my Sunday morning. Duo Fertility temperature showed that period is around the corner, there’s no fooling myself and half of me wants to toss the damn thing out of the window so I can live in blissful ignorance.