It’s racing by, as everyone correctly told me it would. In less than three months we’ll have a baby. In fact we already do. Our lives are no longer about just me and man, but me, man and bump.
What’s strange at this point in the pregnancy time-line, is that she is as old as man was when he decided to emerge three months early into the world. Bump met man’s mother when we were on holiday last week and she told us all the complications of man’s passage into life – incredible that he is so normal.
On this same holiday we watched, toute la famille, the very first epidsode of Cold Feet – the one where one of the characters (name forgotten) is very pregnant, then has her baby. Bearing in mind that man’s family is predominently male, it was super embarrasing to find myself blubbing uncontrollably. I don’t even know why! It’s not like anyone died, just that, mon dieu, that’s what we’ll be going through too!
A feeling that we’re not prepared is beginning to set in. We haven’t yet visited the hospital, bought any baby items, gone to antenatal classes, and anything else you’re supposed to do. Other things like, do I have the edpidural? I hate needles, but what’s worse – the needle or the pain of childbirth? Will I do it naturally, maybe?
There’s time, of course, but the summer months are calmer, so shouldn’t we be out there spending our Saturday’s shopping? What should we get? I wish somebody would just give me a list of the essentials.
Instead of the above, I’ve been prioritising plants. Tomatoes and raspberries out on the terrasse, and spider etc plants inside. Probably not the most sensible of things seeing as before we know it she’ll be toppling the plants, earth all over the place…
Ah, well, I’m sure that by the time I write the next update I’ll be super calm about it all with a proper plan. We’re off for a scan tomorrow, a welcome chance to see babs and how she’s developing. Oh, she’s learnt to hiccup – I can feel the regular jumpy movements of a hiccup in my belly right now.
