In Which I Chickened Out

I've spent the past week in Sweden with Boyfriend and it was lovely. Snow and good weather. Boyfriend was getting a bit fed up with snow but agreed that it's a lot better/prettier in Sweden -and the snow in Sheffers had disappeared when we got back yesterday anyway so...

I can't describe with words how nice it was to get back home even for just a week. I may be a grown up and 29 weeks pregnant but coming home and getting a big hug from mom and dad is the most comforting thing ever. Silly and childish? Maybe it is but I don't care.

So what did we do? Nothing. We ate nice mom/home-cooked Swedish food, met aunties, uncles and cousins... and babysat my niece A. A is the sweetest, cutest little girl ever born with a temper to match my own (apparently) but she was good as gold when we watched her. She doesn't shout or scream unless she sees Cherry (my parents' Ridgeback) as A is wild about her and find Cherry hilarious whatever she does or does not do. A is also crazy about mommo (my mom) and momfa (my dad) and is a serious flirt whenever my dad comes home from work. All went very well until she .... pooped.

Yes, I admit it. I cannot deal with baby poop*. It makes me retch and almost panic (I also admit to calling my mom at work to see if she was on her way home, which she wasn't) but I guess I have to get used to it as my own baby is due in 75 days and I assume it'll poop too.

Anyway, learning will have to start then and not now as I just couldn't do it and Boyfriend stepped up to the plate and sorted it all out. Although I did help a bit by undressing A and handing Boyfriend wipes and a new nappy. So I wasn't totally useless. I'm sure I'll get the hang of it - I can't really make Boyfriend come home from work to do it... or can I???


*give me dogpoop, horsepoop any animal type of poop and I'm fine but human poop? Nope, no can do. A is old enough to eat normal food so poops like an adult and I'd be just as reluctant to wipe another adult's bum. It does smell. An awful lot. Yuck.