It started out like a normal Saturday.
Bimbo and I decided to do some window shopping. Bimbo loves taking Baby Girl out shopping, she can hook all of her shopping bags on the handles of the pram.
We've changed our usual routine. Bimbo and I used to spend hours trying on clothes in TopShop but now we stop, look and grab. Having a baby around expands the shopping world even further. We now spend time in every department at John Lewis, Women's Clothes and Shoes (for obvious reasons), Men's Clothes (gifts for Solicitor and Pierce), Home and Furniture (you never know what you'll find! It's like disneyland!), and the Children Section (for darling Baby Girl).
So, Bimbo and I were trying out Furniture at John Lewis (Bimbo was feeding Baby Girl her milk on one of the large sofas), when a sales guy decides to offer his advice.
Blah blah blah Money Back Guarantee blah blah blah Three Years Interest Free blah blah blah If you purchase today you'll receive Free Insurance
Bimbo stared up at him, her large blue eyes filling up with tears.
"I'm sorry, there's just nowhere to feed her!"
The sales guy stopped and stared.
"I can't buy the sofa!" Bimbo cried "That's what you want, don't you? You think I've used it don't you?"
I open my mouth.
And then shut it again.
The sales guy did the same.
"I'm sorry, I thought you needed help with buying." He stammered. He shot me a quick look of apology before practically running away.
I put a gentle arm around Bimbo and asked her what was wrong.
I'm used to Bimbo crying. She does it quite often when she's facing huge issues. Like the time that she had a sip of wine when she was pregnant and she thought she was a bad mother. And the time that she accidentally posted a letter without checking to see if she had the right amount of stamps on it.
"So... um... are you okay?"
"No I'm not!" She cried. The couple checking out the big red sofa looked up at us in surprise. They looked away swiftly and gave each other a look.
Bimbo carried on, oblivious to the attention that she's caught.
"I can't handle it. I've only shaved one leg and I can't sleep!"
Baby Girl choked on her milk and started wailing. A high pitched baby scream.
"Okay." I said quietly, taking Baby Girl into my arms. "It's okay. Let's go and... and... get out of here. Let's go get some coffee."
"I can't!" Bimbo whispered, tears running down her cheek. "I'm breast feeding. I'm not allowed coffee."
"Okay you can have hot chocolate." I said desperately. "You like hot chocolate."
Bimbo gulped. "Okay."
"Okay, good, lets go."
She can't sleep because she only shaved one leg??
We settled down in Costa with a Hot Chocolate and a Cappuccino. Bimbo's eyes had dried and she looked at me sheepishly.
"I'm sorry, I just couldn't handle it." She took a small sip of her drink and wiped the milk off of her lips with a napkin. "Baby Girl keeps me up all night. I can't even have a shower with the door closed anymore. I have to shave my legs in shifts. Every time she drifts off to sleep I can't sleep in case she stops breathing. I just can't, I just can't!"
Bimbo pulled the napkin to her eyes and began breathing jerkily. I reached out and gripped her hand.
"It's okay." I soothed. "It happens to all new parents. I'm sure Pierce's life has changed too."
"Yes but he goes to work. He only has a few hours of it." Bimbo's voice lowered dramatically. "I have to be awake all the time!"
"I'm home all the time. Just call me and I'll come over and help you." I smiled at her. "I'm here."
"I know." She blew her nose. "I was okay. Honestly I was fine. But now... What am I going to do with two?!"
I stared at her stunned.
"Oh my God! You're pregnant?"
Bimbo started crying... again.
"Yes. Pierce can't wait. He told me that the news has made him the happiest person."
I started laughing.
Solicitor was busy watching football on Sky Sports when I got home. I flopped down on the sofa with armfuls of shopping bags.
"Anything nice?" he asked absently.
"What's the score?" I asked in response.
He smiled and kissed my forehead.
"Bimbo's having another baby." I told him.
Solicitor paused. "That's good news." He said finally.
I nodded. "Yeah."
We watched the television for a few minutes.
"We should get our skates on if you want our kids to play with theirs." He said finally.
I laughed as he pulled me into his arms.