I had an emotional hour or so this morning when it really hit me that I'm going to be a dad again. Don't get me wrong, it sunk in ages ago, but the reality of it caught me off guard and got me excited and tearful. And by 'reality' I mean the fact that there is a brand-new person slowly materialising inside my wife, who we will get to meet in a few months. He or she will be a useless blob for a while, but will soon become their own little body with their own personality and will bring untold joys and anxieties and adventures into our lives. We don't know anything about them yet, but we will before the end of year. And that's amazing. When Philippa was pregnant with Mathew, the bit after the birth wasn't really something I was able to comprehend. I was so obsessed with getting her through the full term without issues, and so aware of the dangers involved in any birth, that what would follow afterwards - the bit with an actual person to look after - hadn't really entered my head. And that, of course, is the great bit.
So this time I am watching my wife's body change daily and feeling my excitement levels rising at the same time as her bra size. Because I know what this is all leading to, and I know what a life-changing and life-enhancing thing it is, and I can't wait for it to happen again!
And, if it's another boy, I have already settled on a name - NICOLAS GENE CHESWORTH.
I haven't run it by Philippa yet, but I'm sure it'll be okay....
RC 29-7-22
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