The Way The Cookie Crumbles

No, I haven't been to the all consuming and illusive gym but I have been to baby clinic.
Yes, I know its not the same thing at all but it was a new experience.
I started the day early and went over to my sister's to help out with the baby. I'm really pleased that we're spending more time together and she's teaching me how to look after the baby. You never know when that'll come in handy!
So, we made a delicious lasagne together, if I may say so myself, and I went to baby clinic...
Baby clinic is a trial by fire for new parents. Once you set foot in the waiting room you are instantly scrutinized as other mothers look you and then your baby, up and down. Then the judgement, either a pity smile or a flick of hair as they gaze back at their precious baby (who is invariably screaming their little lungs out). Then the wait... ten minutes in and "Bull" the name which jolts us out of our awkward complacency and then the weighing takes five minutes, you leave almost immediately and the whole ordeal is over.
It was a real eye opener, and I do feel honoured for being asked to go.
So after eating a quarter of a lasagne and half a baguette of garlic bread, I'm drinking cider and feel like I could drop any second. It's good to feel tired again. It makes me feel like I have actually done something today.
Tomorrow I will go to the gym as they say absence makes the heart grow fonder.