I’m glad dd never went in for either of these (she didn’t want to know in advance the sex of Gdcs 1 and 2 anyway).
I’m not generally superstitious but I never liked buying anything for the babies until they’d arrived safely - it felt too much like tempting Fate. Hence zooming down to John Lewis the moment I’d heard that Gdd1 had arrived.
Only recently a friend of dd went into labour just a very few weeks early - the baby was stillborn. So dreadfully sad.
What do you find yourself avoiding more as you get older?
As the MSM cannot resist calling out Tommy Robinson’s real name, why does Polanski get a free pass?
