Thursday, October 16, 2003

 
wash nappies: no feelings whatsoever.
stick cute fish stickers on nursery wall: vague aesthetic satisfaction.
fold tiny jumpsuits and sort booties: sensation of vaguely watching myself from a distance doing mumsy things.
pack hospital bags: just another packing episode for a (formerly) seasoned traveller, involving a sensible list.

but let the husband set up the funky 3-wheeler pram stroller in classic grey, insert bright yellow liner and hang squeaky ducks off the hood and she goes CRAZY with cluckiness! "oooh, isn't it CUTE, look baby, it's your pram, where's the ducky?" and so on.

there is hope for my maternal instinct yet.

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