Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry for the prolonged absence. A funny thing has happened to me over the fifth and sixth months of my pregnancy, my head and heart have been hijacked. It suddenly occurred to me how little I knew about babies and that there was this huge lexicon, really a new language that experienced mothers were now throwing my way - attachment parenting, parent directed parenting, co sleeping, bisphenol A, fetal alcohol syndrome, perineal massage, hypnobirthing, bradley method, strep B, mastitis, nuchal translucency screening, etc. And all the new choices to make - which baby monitor, where to give birth, what to do about work, childcare and on and on.
I could go on for pages about all the issues and new things there are for a new mom to think through but I'll just leave you with this last one, apparently, its very important for a woman to have a strategy as to how she's going to use the toilet after giving birth.
I don't mean to make pregnancy sound daunting and stress inducing (although sometimes it is). Its actually much more exciting and fun than any of the minor troubles and frustrations that come along. Feeling this little thing inside of you kick, grabbing your partner's hand so he can put it on your bump and feel it too - that experience alone more than makes up for any negatives.
So baby has hijacked my time in the last two months leaving very little time to blog... and oh, there has been a lot to blog. I still haven't told you about cruising through the backwaters of Kerala on a private houseboat, and we've been to Dubai and Chicago in the meantime. Not to mention a few really good meals in London. And at some point I need to put up a list of some of the best baby clothes shopping I've found on the internet (really hard to stop myself, baby clothes are hard to resist).
However, the thing that forced my hand here is something that I can't bring myself to not blog. We were in Copenhagen last weekend and had a stunning meal at a restaurant called Noma.