One thing I obsessed over during my pregnancy, perhaps as much as having the actual baby, was how to create the perfect baby’s boudoir. Back in the day, it used to be enough to add a lick of pink or blue or stick on a border of non-gender specific Disney favourites. Fast forward to the imminent birth of my own off-spring, and a dose of nesting hormones saw me standing on chairs at eight months pregnant lamenting over the fact the husband hadn’t stuck my funky wall decal on straight.
