As life goes by (deep I know), you seem to always remember the firsts.
Your first day at school, the first lottery ticket you bought, your first alcoholic drink.
More often than not though, you don’t remember the last times.
Your last holiday (Spain, 2009), your last ‘proper’ night out (May 2010).
When you have a baby, things change, there is no doubt about it and while I wouldn’t change it for the world, I have been thinking about one of my lasts quite a bit.
I entered that hospital, almost four years ago, with the tiniest hand bag ever. Just big enough to hold my keys, bag, phone and a lip gloss, you know-the essentials.
Little did I know that this would be the last time I could take such a small bag anywhere.
You can’t travel light with children. When they’re babies it’s the worst-nappies, wipes, a change of clothes, toys, bottles, bibs, the list goes on.
It continues like this until they’re nearly four and so, for my birthday this year, my mum bought me a lovely hand bag.
It is on the small side-not as small as that one from four years back but still small. I can fit wipes, a juice cup and a snack in there and Minging Minnie is usually hanging over my arm.
The ironic thing is, I will only be able to use the new bag for three months and the next arrival will (hopefully) be here.
This baby is very much wanted and yearned for so to sacrifice a small bag is not a problem but compared to last time, I am fully aware of what is to come and I am making the most of my time with my last small bag for at least another four years.