Is Baby Bennett a boy or a girl? We don't know yet, but I reckon we'll find out soon enough when it arrives! What I do know is whether it's a boy or a girl, it's going to have to have epic birthday cakes because umm, the pressure is ON. As epic a cake as Eden's blue baby shoe birthday cake delivered in Twickenham.
This particular cake was a customised version of our Blue Baby Shoe cake with blue doughnuts and all the loveliness of the cake's blue sponges, macarons, and candied popcorn. Blue IS my favourite colour so I'm kind of rooting for a boy only because gender stereotyping seems so much more prevalent in kiddy clothing and I'd love to deck the wardrobe out in blue and white, but then I may just do that with a baby girl anyway because most of my own wardrobe is blue and white so why not hers?
I've had the funniest reactions from strangers in London though - whether I'm heading into the bakery, on cake deliveries across London, or even when on our little excursion out to the Cotswolds delivering a wedding cake...people really do tend to drop their usual guard around a pregnant lady...and wait for this...THEY TALK. I've had normal questions like "How far along?" and "Is it a boy or a girl?" in random lifts and cafes, to a well-meaning older lady shouting at me across the street asking, "DO YOU NEED THE TOILET?? I'VE HAD THREE SO I KNOW!". I've even had waitresses and chefs make decisions on what I should or should not eat, "The chef has substituted your smoked salmon sandwich with cucumber and dill"...without any prompting. Never mind the fact I freakin' hate dill. And of course, everyone likes to guess the sex by staring long and hard at my bulging bumpy body.
Tomorrow's my first ever NCT class and I'm nervous like it's my first day at school. I really hope I make some mummy pals and am not #reshminomates 😬 I'm also secretly hoping the class has some weirdos because I secretly love weirdos for the stories later 😜😈 Think I'll crack out my cheese and poo jokes and everyone will have to love me...right??
There's an element of feeling like "public property" with these comments, quips - sometimes a bit invasive but ultimately I like that strangers are talking to me because apparently everyone loves talking about babies. And as a hardened cynical London-dweller, I am also talking to strangers. It's a much nicer world!
Unsolicited bump groping will, however, be met with a, "Umm...It's a cake baby, back off".
Lots of love,
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