Baby brain started on a Tuesday. I was mentally congratulating myself for managing to get out of bed, only to walk into the bathroom door. Not just a teeny brush with the doorframe but a full on tackle to make a rugby player proud. I then went on to choose an outfit from the wardrobe and failed to remove my fingers before closing the door. The final act of stupidity in this pre 8am hat trick of errors was to put the cereal box in the dishwasher and the used bowl in the cupboard. And I am soon to be responsible for not one but two infants?! I opted not to have the swine flu vaccination - much to the annoyance of my local surgery who are doing their best to impose Government guidelines on the matter - but maybe I ought to sign up for a baby brain jab?

Silly season was in part to blame, as well as a serious case of bump-itis. The combined chaos of Christmas, baby prep and cramming in as many twin free nights out as possible certainly took its toll on my brain cells and I intend to ease myself into 2010 in a much more leisurely fashion. No more optimistic diary scheduling to maximize the last few weeks in which I have the energy to remember my own name.

I made it through the holidays without being mistaken for a glitter ball by avoiding my usual choice of seasonal sequined tops, I may, however have been mistaken for a walking talking snowman moseying around in my dressing gown. White toweling has never been flattering at the best of times. It was perfect, however, for the last self-indulgent sofa stint at the family home avec lazy dog - who sensibly took up residence by the fire and sympathized with my new found love of being warm and still and cosy.

I was rather disappointed to discover that the bump is now so over crowded there was little room for mince pie overload, Not that I was intending to test the limits of my elasticated waist wardrobe by consuming my own body weight in chocolate but the odd extra mini Waitrose nibble was definitely on the list of 'good things about a winter pregnancy'.

I was delighted to read in the Sunday papers new-year-new-fashion-forecasts that the UK is becoming more LA in its approach to attire

and smart casual for 2010 is set to be jogging bottoms and a smudge of lip-gloss. I'm not sure my saggy baggy grey joggers are quite what the fashionistas have in mind but I am mighty pleased they are not prescribing spray on leggings or spandex cat suits. I am well aware that being fashion forward will not be my priority this Spring - but it is reassuring to know that Whistles stocks some trendy track pants that can be worn out in public without shame. Those first few post baby meet and greets with glam friends who are unlikely to forego make-up in sympathy with post partum me will be made more tolerable with the addition of a few new season essentials, especially as I am set to be pining for my old favourite skinny jeans for quite some time.

Needless to say my mind has been occupied with more serious thoughts than what to wear to coffee when I debut my offspring. The trouble is baby advice is less definitive than fashion, which is ironic given the fickle nature of the later and time honoured tradition of the former. Take sleeping arrangements. Should the twins share a cot or have one each? Are moses baskets a waste of money or will they serve a valuable portable purpose for the first few weeks when I will want my litter close to me like some sort of proud feline with a box of kittens? Maybe I'll just curl up someplace warm for a few minutes and think about it, a la cat, -who seems to cope with multiple births just fine. But then again she isn't worried about waistbands and swine flu,

Katy Hymas
January 2010

At 28 Katy is reluctant to hang up her party shoes for good just yet but admits that, at 5 months pregnant with twins, they may not get much wear over the coming months.
Having set up a PR company last year Motherhood was not exactly written into the business plan but the babies are a welcome surprise and someday, somehow, Katy hope she can have it all; shiny shoes and a business suit, party shoes and nights out... and of course two healthy, happy bundles of joy.

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