Anastasia’s pregnancy diary - weeks 34-36

He took me by the hand into the designated baby room and proudly showed me the array of clean baby clothes, which he’d washed, laid out on the bed, and folded neatly. You have to admit, newborn clothes are pretty damn cute. The socks are so tiny. The vests are so weeny. And the little hats could make your heart melt. The sweetest thing was that, he had done about three loads of laundry in my absence, and the care he took to lay it all out in a Lilliputian display really touched me.

Looking at all the clothes, I realised that my friends have all had boys – virtually every piece of newborn clothing I have for this child is blue. Now, I don’t subscribe to gender roles, and I very much doubt I would dress a girl in pink, but I did feel a twinge of a desire for something frilly. I’m going to hold off – maybe this is a sign that everyone is right. Maybe this is a little boy inside me. We’ll see.

See Josa Young's pregnancy diary for weeks 34-36.