Two days to go.
Feeling a bit odd today, might have been the chicken I had last night. Not worried but this morning I had a few butterflies.
It's a funny feeling knowing that by 10:00 o'clock on Thursday, all being well a new person will be brought into this world, and my, what a strange concept it is.
To actually make a wee person, not to get to technical it all comes down to the strongest swimmer after looking at my other two I have to wonder what the weakest ones would have turned out like !!!!!
For the last couple of days it's been very hectic trying to clean the house arrange baby-sitters, taxis, washing the baby clothes entertain the other two but it has taken the "sting" out of the anticipation....
The house islooking like a - well, like a bomb site, we haven't managed to do half of what we wanted. But we'll get there - when it's 18 years old !!!!!
I know in my heart everything will be fine and we both will fall back in to the swing of things but you always have a niggling feeling that something will go wrong. What if the scrubs they give me are too tight? What happens if they ran out of sandwiches? What happens if the CD I take in can not be taken out when we leave I might forget, can I go back in whilst they're doing someone else? Where's Jessica and Shannons food?
I don't know what the other two will make off it all. They'll probably poke, pull and prod it until it's black and blue, making it wish it could craw back inside.
I can't imagine what it must be like for the millions of people who have the waiting around not knowing when their off spring will be sprung but I can tell you this, it'll drive me potty. I'm an impatient sort of fella and having to endure 34 hours of labour, with a screaming woman and having to be nice well fuck my old boots that drive me nuts, having said that if I had to go through that hell we might not have anymore children.....
A blessing in disguise???
Feeling a bit odd today, might have been the chicken I had last night. Not worried but this morning I had a few butterflies.
It's a funny feeling knowing that by 10:00 o'clock on Thursday, all being well a new person will be brought into this world, and my, what a strange concept it is.
To actually make a wee person, not to get to technical it all comes down to the strongest swimmer after looking at my other two I have to wonder what the weakest ones would have turned out like !!!!!
For the last couple of days it's been very hectic trying to clean the house arrange baby-sitters, taxis, washing the baby clothes entertain the other two but it has taken the "sting" out of the anticipation....
The house islooking like a - well, like a bomb site, we haven't managed to do half of what we wanted. But we'll get there - when it's 18 years old !!!!!
I know in my heart everything will be fine and we both will fall back in to the swing of things but you always have a niggling feeling that something will go wrong. What if the scrubs they give me are too tight? What happens if they ran out of sandwiches? What happens if the CD I take in can not be taken out when we leave I might forget, can I go back in whilst they're doing someone else? Where's Jessica and Shannons food?
I don't know what the other two will make off it all. They'll probably poke, pull and prod it until it's black and blue, making it wish it could craw back inside.
I can't imagine what it must be like for the millions of people who have the waiting around not knowing when their off spring will be sprung but I can tell you this, it'll drive me potty. I'm an impatient sort of fella and having to endure 34 hours of labour, with a screaming woman and having to be nice well fuck my old boots that drive me nuts, having said that if I had to go through that hell we might not have anymore children.....
A blessing in disguise???
posted by Bishop bashing at 8:31 AM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home