So hear me out-yes I realise the Kardashians and their multi million dollar world take-over is largely a constructed reality served to us by this shiny-haired, perfectly coiffed family who play up to their self-created/perpetuated 'characters' and all look great in white, but I actually really flipping enjoy it!
I'm not a doctor but I sure am (sadly) an expert on sleep deprivation. Give or take 4 flipping whole years of it. Don't be fooled by the picture above, they nodded off together but were soon moved to their own beds and both woke up at least twice that night. Le yawn!
My baby Alexander will be 1 next month and after hormone inducing broodiness through a lot of his first year (sure this is nature's way to help mothers bond with their babies and mostly because A is just so damn cute), I can say I no longer feel the urge to procreate (husband is no doubt wiping his brow as he reads this). You do read my blog don't you Pete? Come on, keep the stats up dude.
Babies joyfully help you to discover skills you as a parent, never you knew you had. Or wanted. They're good like that.
I appear to be in full on crazy lady nesting mode right now and find myself obsessively organising like crazy. Even my Tivo box favourite shows are in order of preference (Kardashians and back issues of TOWIE first)-what I'm pregnant... and yesterday saw me sorting out my husband's sock drawer. In my defence I was high on Celebrations chocolates and the latest episode of Corrie.
Please don't judge me... As much as I love experimental European films and conceptual art (I do), I need to wind down watching mind numbing escapist crap sometimes. What? No judgement remember.