Did you all see that yesterday? No Twitter! It was la panique in the Frenchie house. I just managed to go home from the Baby Show in Olympia (if you haven’t booked your ticket yet, do it for the next one in March! It’s awesome!) so that I could catch up with tweets before going out for dinner.
It was not working! I kept calm, played with Baba instead and as soon as le petit monstre was asleep, I tried again. That time, no internet! I screamed at Grumpy Boyfriend for a little bit. He could not do anything. How useless! In the end, I had to capitulate. No blog, no Facebook, no Twitter for Frenchie Mummy on Friday night! It sucked!
‘Well, you better find something to keep you amused. Why don’t you read a book?’ suggested Grumpy Boyfriend. A book?! Moi? I can’t even remember what un livre looks like anymore. I reckon the last time I managed to read more than 10 pages without falling asleep must have been before Baba! I could feel the sarcasm in Grumpy Boyfriend’s voice. Deep down, he loved seeing me sad because I could not do any blogging…
He had a point, though. I sometimes behave like a junkie when it’s about my blog… Cependant, may I say to the hacker in the US who caused Twitter not to work properly yesterday: ‘You suck! You’re an idiot! I wish I was a super geek like you and I would hack your computer with the worst birth stories and the most beautiful baby’s pictures so that you realise that you have a lonely life! And you troubled a lot of mummies yesterday! You naughty man!’ Right, the rant is done so let’s go back to business…
So oui, Frenchie Mummy read a book! Well, she started it. It was not Balzac nor Zola but The Unmumsy Mum by Sarah Turner. I am pretty sure I don’t need to introduce her, right? And guess what, I managed to not only read the introduction but also the first chapter. And then I was zonked out, so I closed my eyes. I really liked it. She talks about her pre-baby life and her expectations about being a mum.
What was it like for us? Well, it was quite different before having Baba. I am sure you are nodding your head here. The same for you, right?
Something made me smile the other day. I needed to go to London quite early in the morning. The kind of time when you actually get up before dawn. It was dark and I was waiting for an early bus. In the end, the N3 arrived and I took it.
Travelling on a night bus is nothing, I agree with you. But I could not stop myself from giggling. In the distant days before Baba, I would take the same bus with Grumpy Boyfriend. But it was not to go to work before 8am!
We would catch this bus to go back home at 5am after a crazy night of clubbing hard! I can sometimes still be up at 5am but it’s for a totally different reason: it’s when I feed Baba! ?
Do you remember those days before the baby? I am sometimes nostalgic when I think about that period.
Having breakfast in bed while watching some movie, cuddling up for ages. Making love like animals all the time!
Or curl up on the sofa with some wine. Now there is always Baba in the middle and Grumpy Boyfriend ends up cuddling him! I am not jalouse. Just remembering the old good days…
The ones when I could go anywhere in London without having to think carefully about my journey. Now, I need to make sure that there are lifts with the buggy and yet, it’s not always working out… Let’s take yesterday for example. I went to Olympia. I needed to take a train and then the Overground. It was simple. Except that there was a delay with the train and when I arrived at the final destination, I had to lift the buggy as there were only stairs.
Another thing I can do anymore? Call my friend out of the blue and go on a shopping spree. Well, I can still do that but shopping with a baby is not the same. He always needs a feed or a change at the wrong moment.
Or suddenly, Baba decides to have a massive strop while I am in a fitting room, trying a bikini on ! I let you imagine the scene. It’s hot in there, I just got undressed to discover my horrible mummy body (but it’s all for a good cause and we should be proud of it…). So I feel depressed for five seconds but decide to be brave and try on a couple of swimsuits. I really struggle to do so. I told you it was hot, right? Sweating like a pig and suddenly Baba screams like never. I literally have one leg in the bloody thing and I am trying to comfort him as I can. Stressed out, I am sweating a bit more. The baby feels the tension and therefore has the brilliant idea to start tapping his legs like this place is hell on earth…
So I give up, I get dressed again. Grab the first bikini from my selection, pay quickly at the till and leave the shop as fast as possible. Once back on the High Street, le bébé is fine. Too good if you want my opinion! He is fast asleep, snoring like un cochon! And he totally screwed my shopping experience! ‘I still love him, he is still adorable… Everything is awesome!’
So yes, I miss my pre-baby life sometimes… I now wish I played it harder. So I am telling you what, if you want children or trying for a baby, have a life now!!! You’re 6 months pregnant and feel tired? Do you hate being sick every single morning? You’ve seen nothing yet!
I am selling it to you, right? ?
Oh, I forgot to tell you: your life will be amazing. No more party time on Friday nights, no more booze (when you are pregnant), no more worries about what to wear (you will wear leggings all the time).
You want more? You will get your first grey hair, you will constantly worry about le bébé. Is he warm enough? Has he had enough food? Why isn’t he asleep at 8pm like any other normal kid? Am I a bad mum if I put him in a nursery before he is 1? Am I making sure that he is entertained enough? Am I blogging too much? Am I a bad mum?
Just kidding! It’s all good! Having a baby is the best thing ever. Forget the pain before, during and after the birth. It’s all parfait! I mean, look at him!
Mummies, I want to know it all! Do you ever feel nostalgic about your life before the baby? What do you miss the most? And what do you not miss at all? Let’s be positive for the poor creatures who have not done it yet…??