Philippa
called me in a blind panic today thinking she was about to go into labour. Turned
out to be a touch of wind brought about by eating three donuts that a work
colleague had left unattended in the break room. That’ll teach her. We do seem
to have had a strange turnaround/role-reversal. She is now getting worried
about what lies ahead, while I have broken through the months-long horrible
anxiety that was crippling me and reached a plateau of calm acceptance. What
will be will be and I can only do my best when it happens. I need to stop
obsessing about every possible negative outcome and get ready to face what
arrives by educating myself as much as possible and knowing where to turn for
help if we need it.
Having
said that – it is quite alarming that something could happen literally any day
now!
But
then again – we’ve wanted this for so long that it seems wrong to be worried
about it or dreading it. There may have been times of uncertainty from me when
Philippa first wanted to get pregnant, and I may have exaggerated my own
reluctance now and then for online comedic reactions, but the truth is that
nothing has ever given me a greater sense of pride or love than the thought of
sharing a baby with Philippa. I’m scared shitless, but I can’t wait to get started,
and I just KNOW that my wife is going to be the Best Mum Ever, so I can’t mess
things up too badly as she’ll always be there to support me and protect Junior
from my ineptitudes and failings.
Now how
does the name JASPER CONRAD CHESWORTH sound?
RC 7-12-18
RC 7-12-18
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