The Waiting Game

It is not long now until our child will be let loose on this world, Mrs RaR is on the maternity ward although she would prefer to be at home. After spending most of the day in the hospital, I am now at home, waiting for the call that labour has started. It could be tonight, it could be tomorrow, it could be Saturday. The only thing the midwife could confirm is that we will have our baby before Monday.

Are we prepared?

We have bought all there is to be bought (thanks for all the gifts), and read all there is to be read. I don’t think that we will ever actually feel prepared though. I believe that, with most things in life, preparation is part of the process and the more it is enjoyed the better the result. So we went to Ikea and bought some flat-pack furniture.

Ikea isn’t first on my list of places to shop but we needed a cot pretty urgently and hadn’t been able to find anything either suitable or in-stock anywhere. This was a few weeks ago now, but we were aware that shopping would become progressively harder as each week passed by (we were not wrong on this)!

We ended up buying a Leksvik, a Sniglar and a Vyssa Vackert to go in the Leksvic. After moving a few walls out of the way, we made it to the end of the maze and collected our goods from the warehouse section. The next stage was the build and a chance to use my new cordless drill/driver.

A few twists, turns and ****s later and the Leksvik had turned into a cot (and the Vyssa Vackert into a mattress);

After a few more expletives, the Sniglar had transformed into a Changing Table;