Just a week of ‘christmas eves’ to go
A week to go. Wow just one week. To be polite about it (imagine Hugh Grant in four weddings) one’s underpants are becoming increasingly brown! Is everything ready? Well yes, my wife is a teacher after all, but in so many ways no. Can you ever be ready for what is about to happen?! Maybe that’s my way of reassuring myself by questioning it. I had a weak moment today readers I can’t lie – I had a very ‘tired’ moment at work and realised how much I love sleep and how rubbish I am without it. The John without sleep is a vulnerable, emotional one. As I mentioned in a previous blog, this is the ultimate irony – pregnancy taking myself back to how I felt as a child.
As the day arrives it’s incredible what runs through your mind – I had a bizarre thought on the way to work this morning. Now, apologies in advance, may I ask those with a weak disposition to look away – it was about death. Yes, death, and what makes this worse, I’ve been thinking about my death! I felt already that I would lay down my life for this baby – if it was a choice between my life and theirs, I would always choose theirs – and they aren’t even born yet! Is that normal? Who knows? I suppose it is reassuring for anyone weA doubting I’m ready for fatherhood, surely this proves I’m no longer the selfish so and so I used to be.
It’s now just a waiting game as the midwife put it today. Hmm, us men aren’t good at that game. The limbo land continues – everyday is now feeling like Christmas Eve! And just like christmas, there is an anticipation in the air before what will ultimately end up being a messy, expensive event with lots of annoying family around (just kidding if they are reading!). You know the scariest thing though? We have a lifetime of boxing days ahead of us.