Yesterday I thought either the cot or me were going to die for sure!
I quite pride myself on being a practical DIY fix it kindda gal. I'm not one to put on a high pitched voice and whine "Huuuuunn" to the man in my life then point to the tool kit like a clueless teenager with a shrug of the shoulders that implies - "can you fix it". Perhaps this is because there isn't a man in my life or perhaps cause I've always felt quite capable at giving things a whirl, either way I most certainly wished there was one in my life yesterday to not only help choose the cot but pick it up from the industrial shopping site, help lift and shove it in the back of the car, then haul it up the stairs and finally put the thing together with the use of nothing but the worlds most retarded instructions.
After much swearing, sweating and pain - bending over in small spaces and lifting heavy things are not advisable at 7 months pregnant - it was done.
Needless to say I was thrilled once it was complete and it makes it all the more real that soon I will get to meet this little kicker inside who tumbles and rolls and jabs me at every given opportunity.
I need to add some bits and bobs to the walls but pretty good eh?...............for a girl!
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