Today saw the third day of shopping for Luka. I simply cannot help myself. I get withdrawl symptoms if I do not buy something pink or maternity related every day. By the time Luka arrives we will probably be living with Gerhard's parents or in a shack in Diepsloot, but at least we will have many maternity and pink things (we will also have some recycled blue things left over from Liam, calm down honey, its not all bad).
Well, today I went shopping in my lunch hour as you do, and whilst visiting my local BabyCity, I also saw some old friends that I purchased on the spot. These two are called Breastpad and Maternitypad. Now, for those without kids, this is the time to navigate away from this page and start reading the newspaper, this is only something that parents will understand.
In the first week or two following Liam's birth, Gerhard being the good father that I always knew he would be, would dutifully phone home before leaving work to ask if we needed anything from the shops. The answer was always something along the lines of "bread, milk and maternity pads".
Now the first time the poor man had to go into the pharmacy and buy these horrific pads that can easily be confused with the actual baby's diaper due to it's size, I was still in hospital and I ran out, nobody tells you that taking a full twelve pack pads to hospital is like showing up at a gun fight with a knife. He blushed, he fretted, he mmm and aaad and then he just did it. And the next time, you could sort of see it getting easier and he even did a brand change all on his own as the new version had wings...
So after a while, these phone calls asking if we needed milk, etc. ended with Gerhard asking if the pads should be with or without wings. Now there is a man who is in touch with his sexuality and not afraid of helping out his poor long suffering wife.
So this time around, I decided my husband has been through enough pad purchasing to last the average man a lifetime, I stocked up, the version with and without wings honey ;)
I must still tell the story of Gerhard buying a breastpump...
Well, today I went shopping in my lunch hour as you do, and whilst visiting my local BabyCity, I also saw some old friends that I purchased on the spot. These two are called Breastpad and Maternitypad. Now, for those without kids, this is the time to navigate away from this page and start reading the newspaper, this is only something that parents will understand.
In the first week or two following Liam's birth, Gerhard being the good father that I always knew he would be, would dutifully phone home before leaving work to ask if we needed anything from the shops. The answer was always something along the lines of "bread, milk and maternity pads".
Now the first time the poor man had to go into the pharmacy and buy these horrific pads that can easily be confused with the actual baby's diaper due to it's size, I was still in hospital and I ran out, nobody tells you that taking a full twelve pack pads to hospital is like showing up at a gun fight with a knife. He blushed, he fretted, he mmm and aaad and then he just did it. And the next time, you could sort of see it getting easier and he even did a brand change all on his own as the new version had wings...
So after a while, these phone calls asking if we needed milk, etc. ended with Gerhard asking if the pads should be with or without wings. Now there is a man who is in touch with his sexuality and not afraid of helping out his poor long suffering wife.
So this time around, I decided my husband has been through enough pad purchasing to last the average man a lifetime, I stocked up, the version with and without wings honey ;)
I must still tell the story of Gerhard buying a breastpump...
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