It’s
amazing how much of a turnaround I have had in my mental state. Having been
terrified of The Impending Birth for so long, I now honestly cannot wait for
the inevitable to happen and for me to finally get a chance to meet Junior. I really
am quite envious of Philippa over the whole pregnancy thing. My only connection
with our offspring so far has been feeling him/her kick and wriggle through
layers of my wife’s fat and skin, whereas Philippa has had months of getting to
monitor the changes and enjoy the growth and feel an important part of the
process. Admittedly, she’s also had to endure discomfort, pain, vomiting, cramp
and hormones, but there you go – you take the rough with the smooth, right?
I’m
being a pain in the arse, really. Every time she farts or whistles, I’m saying “Is
this it?”
I
think she’d like to move into the garage and avoid me but sadly her excessive body
size wouldn’t fit in there with the car and the drumkit.
RC 10-12-18
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