Before Charlie drops down with a panic attack and decides never to touch me again, I’ll start this one by saying that it’s not that I want a baby right now or in any real position to have one (because let’s be honest, am I really ready to give up multiple holidays or my 10hr sleep? Probs not) but since having new babies in my life and y’know turning 25 and being in a relationship that’s even worth thinking about pro-creating I do get warm and fuzzy every time someone wants to talk babies. I can’t help it alrighttttt.
I’m probably the last in my family that anyone expects to be popping kids out anytime soon (and actually, I am the last one – omg) but it’s on the list and as half of my Facebook are announcing their pregnancy, it got me thinking about why everyone seem to be picking up babies like they’re a £10 litre bottle of Baileys on offer.
Now don’t be thinking I’ma accidentally forget to top up my injection for lols or just to see what happens cos I ainttt really about that life but if I were to fall pregnant (literally imagine mini me’s plz) it wouldn’t be a complete nightmare…
And erm, Charlie loves babies so I’m not even bov’d if he is reading this scared for his life – heyyyy hunnny!
SMALL CLOTHES ARE TOO CUTE
I’ll start with the obvious and probs most selfish reason to have a baby and that’s that all baby clothes are toooo cute. I can’t pick up something for my nephew in Baby Next without hyperventilating at the tiny shirts and jeans. I’d worry about my bank balance fo’sureee.
I’M GETTING OLD & IN LOVE
Even though I have tonnes on my list before I go having babies, I don’t wanna be an old mama and having a baby before I’m thirty is for sure one of my priorities. Of course don’t get me wrong, I’d love a bigger salary and a cute little flat and the chance to go travelling again all before I pop one out but I’m lucky enough to have met someone I know that I want babies with and so that wouldn’t completely suck either. Maybe we’ll just have babies and go travelling like one of those Insta couples…. ???
I’ll tell you what else wouldn’t suck, 6 months off work (is it 6 months or more plz?) for baby cuddles, early mornings in my pj’s with coffee and baby TV, baby day dates and getting to know every inch of a human being and yeahhhh, I get you don’t sleep and you can cry lots and babies are work but they ainttt got nothing on 9 hours of project management. At least a baby can’t ask you 28283 questions until they are at least 2. Winning.
Yep – milk, sick and baby cream. I’m all over it. You’d most likely have to train me to change a nappy without heaving but we can work on that.
I’D BE ALRIGHT I RECKON
A good 10 years ago when my sister had my niece I wouldn’t have dreamed I’d want babies. Yes I loved my niece with every bit of me and wouldn’t completely hate waking up at midnight for a night feed but I wasn’t sure if I wanted my own or at least couldn’t see myself thinking about babies for a long time (and I should think not at 15 tbf) but 10 years on (bloody hell, that went quick) and actually I don’t reckon I’d be so bad. I know bits.
I KINDA WANT MATERNITY DRESSES AND A BELLY I DON’T FEEL GUILTY ABOUT
I’m constantly finding dresses on Asos that end up being maternity and thinking ‘ermm is it acceptable to still buy this even if not preggers; like how big do you actually need to be’ and I also wouldn’t mind spending 9 months eating what I want without panicking I’ve just inhaled 900 calories in one sitting.
And that’s it for now. There’s deffo a good few reasons why having a little bun in the oven wouldn’t be a complete nightmare and I’m so excited for all of that to happen one day but don’t you worry kids, you won’t find me posting on insta any announcements anytime soon – Unless it’s to say I’ve booked a flight to the other side of the world or got a promotion.
God I’m boring.