What is the Meaning of Life?
This blog isn’t going very well. In my eyes anyway. I seem to be waylaid. I have things on my mind. Baby Pregnantcitygirl has stopped sleeping through the night, ‘growth spurt’ they call it. ‘Live-able with’ I called it, for the first three weeks anyway! I’m hoping that it’s over now. The waking every two hours from 11pm starving has morphed into waking at 3am not so starving and I get the feeling in general from feeds that food is no longer desperately required (also worrying-a new mum is always worried about something!). I have too many lives on the go at the moment to know from which perspective to write. I could make up a character, a story and be that person. Maybe I will. So be warned that from here on in this might be fictitious, or perhaps it already was. Will the real Pregnantcitygirl please stand up, please stand up, please stand up. This is becoming a philosophical post I think. I’m on the Tube. Having just attended an interview. An interesting opportunity if they can ‘afford me’. Does my brain still work? How would I find a nanny? I’m finding it hard to focus on one thing. I’ll put it down to tiredness for now. It’s not easy; having a four month old or life in general. Meaning of life anyone?!