So here it is: the home-stretch. This will probably be the last post in this roller-coaster blog. In 5 more sleeps, little Wombie will make an appearance, and it couldn't be soon enough. Her mother is at bursting point; round and glowing in the heat.
I've been musing again, the last time in the foreseeable future, about what these nine months have been about. Sure, it's important that the little womb-dweller grows and develops and learns to breathes, but I think more has been going on. It's like the evolution of a man. And this idea has been strengthened by:
"Don't be surprised to suddenly find the energy (and the enthusiasm) for compulsive cleaning, painting, and organizing. Run (and dust) with it — it's nature's way of assuring that you'll have a comfy, clean nest for your baby when you all come home." (From What-to-expect When, ahh bugger it, I'm not typing out the whole name!)
So there it is: nature had nine months to prepare me (not the womb-dweller) for this experience! She learnt to bungee on the umbilical cord, I learnt new degrees of panic; she learnt to kick mom right in the gut, I learnt if my gut gets too big she may not love me; she learnt to breathe in amniotic fluid ... oh shit she wins.
But there has been an evolution of sorts taking place inside me. I'm excited about Friday and finally meeting this growing bump on my wife's stomach. I feel more prepared than I did in the beginning. It's a strange thing that happens with fear ... but unless I'm worrying about something I don't feel I'm doing anything. Round mamma (L) has evidence she's going to be a mom, I've just got my fears.
And in it all I also learnt new degrees of love. I think it's like the definition of faith (what you can't see but still believe)! I've fallen for someone I don' even know yet, how bizarre is that! I love our little girl!
Mostly, I've evolved into this very excited. neurotic, father-to-be and I embrace the new role with all my heart! I'm okay with messing up (Wombie might not be so excited). I'm okay with feeling emotions I never new existed. I'm kay with sleepless nights, crying baby, dirty nappies, and seeing our money go down the drain. I'm more ready for the whole experience and that's a good thing, because the is no backing out of it now. Let's g round mamma, I'm so proud of you!
What I've learnt so far: I'm going to be a dad!! Thanks for this opportunity!
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Time
They say "time waits for no man". True, but did they ever consider a pregnant woman. L has managed the impossible -she controls time. Every task has somehow been slowed done and now takes what seems like an eternity.
Right now L has positioned herself on the floor, spread-eagled, trying to paint her toe nails at 36 weeks pregnant. Legs are everywhere and she grunts and sighs with every reach for her toes. A task that would previously have been a simple plonking down on the floor, has now turned into a marathon event, with me as spectator - enjoying every minute. A walk down the passage now takes that bit longer, showers are an event, and I ensure she gets a head-start to the car.
I find some perverse pleasure in seeing time slow down, secretly desiring to place things in obscured positions just to see how long it takes her to get to them. I obviously would never tell my now heavily pregnant wife of these desire; never know the beating that could follow. But it entertains me.
Today we have decided to take maternity photos -L fearing she could go to seed at any minute. It's all very exciting and scary.The shots have been decided, clothes, stance and position known. All that's waiting is for me to get the camera out and start going for it. But that where I hit a brick wall (as usual with my forehead). I'm so afraid I mess up the shot. L is beautiful now. Glowing in the summer heat, with her round belly protruding - an absolutely amazing and an exciting experience for us both (I'm probably getting more enjoyment out of it at the moment). But what if I screw it up and she's disappointed?
Here she is carrying the most precious cargo and doing such an amazing job at it and all I have to do is take the shot! How difficult is that? No pressure!!!
Well, we'll see how it goes.Hopefully, I won't be tossed out with my camera bag following!
What I've learnt so far: There's a reason woman fall pregnant and carry the baby for 9 (10) months- God gave them the patience! I'd have gone out of my mind by now! L's taking it like another day at the spa! God I love her!!!
Right now L has positioned herself on the floor, spread-eagled, trying to paint her toe nails at 36 weeks pregnant. Legs are everywhere and she grunts and sighs with every reach for her toes. A task that would previously have been a simple plonking down on the floor, has now turned into a marathon event, with me as spectator - enjoying every minute. A walk down the passage now takes that bit longer, showers are an event, and I ensure she gets a head-start to the car.
I find some perverse pleasure in seeing time slow down, secretly desiring to place things in obscured positions just to see how long it takes her to get to them. I obviously would never tell my now heavily pregnant wife of these desire; never know the beating that could follow. But it entertains me.
Today we have decided to take maternity photos -L fearing she could go to seed at any minute. It's all very exciting and scary.The shots have been decided, clothes, stance and position known. All that's waiting is for me to get the camera out and start going for it. But that where I hit a brick wall (as usual with my forehead). I'm so afraid I mess up the shot. L is beautiful now. Glowing in the summer heat, with her round belly protruding - an absolutely amazing and an exciting experience for us both (I'm probably getting more enjoyment out of it at the moment). But what if I screw it up and she's disappointed?
Here she is carrying the most precious cargo and doing such an amazing job at it and all I have to do is take the shot! How difficult is that? No pressure!!!
Well, we'll see how it goes.Hopefully, I won't be tossed out with my camera bag following!
What I've learnt so far: There's a reason woman fall pregnant and carry the baby for 9 (10) months- God gave them the patience! I'd have gone out of my mind by now! L's taking it like another day at the spa! God I love her!!!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Getting on my nerve
L is now 36 weeks along in this amazing journey of growing a baby. At first, 40 weeks (9/10 months) seemed so long, but now it feels like we need another 36 just to get ready. But the clothes are washed,the wall has pencil drawings on, and we have nappies. What more do we need?
L, however, is not so keen for another 36 weeks of this. Seems that Wombie has taken to sitting on her nerve. What this means is that, not only does L have to waddle down the passage, but now she has to do so with a stuck nerve. Just the other day, she got stuck in the main road between two banks; unable to move and walking like a 90 year old geriatric. Great bank robber she'd have made!
Last night I found my wife down on all fours, rocking from front to back. It is a sight to behold: a heavily pregnant woman, bare-foot and on her hands and knees in the lounge. I must admit, I felt a bit like the king o my castle. Turns out though, it wasn't an act of submission, but rather L trying to easy the pain. Oh well, a man can dream!
What I've learnt so far: There are benefits to being a man, and I'm thankful each and every day! Only 15 more sleeps to go!!!
L, however, is not so keen for another 36 weeks of this. Seems that Wombie has taken to sitting on her nerve. What this means is that, not only does L have to waddle down the passage, but now she has to do so with a stuck nerve. Just the other day, she got stuck in the main road between two banks; unable to move and walking like a 90 year old geriatric. Great bank robber she'd have made!
Last night I found my wife down on all fours, rocking from front to back. It is a sight to behold: a heavily pregnant woman, bare-foot and on her hands and knees in the lounge. I must admit, I felt a bit like the king o my castle. Turns out though, it wasn't an act of submission, but rather L trying to easy the pain. Oh well, a man can dream!
What I've learnt so far: There are benefits to being a man, and I'm thankful each and every day! Only 15 more sleeps to go!!!
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Happy B-Day
It's all really, really close now: 19th February 2010! That is the date that's been set for the birth of our little girl. Right now I'm filled with anxiety over what to expect, what will happen, and most of all: will we be ready!
L decided that a C-section is best and I agree whole-heartily Not that much will happen to me, but heck you never know. The image of us tearing down the freeway at 2am in the general direction of the hospital - and all of caffeine-free - did not sound fun!
So now we are bracing ourselves for the immanent arrival of Wombie. L's growing steadily and currently carries a little girl who weighs 2.2kg's! That can be compared to:
Yahoo answer:
My chihuahua boy is 10 weeks old and weighs 2.2kg . how big will he get ? is he too big ? ?
Best Answer - Chosen by Voters
most get to weigh in at 7-8 pounds he will not get that big
Good thing we're not having a chihuahua
They say you can also cook a 2.2kg turkey, but that recipe is probably not needed now.
Our clever Little girl is growing perfectly and passed her first test by lying between the lines plotting her growth (clever girl).
So now, it's just watch and wait until the 19th? I don't think so. There are rooms to paint, car seats to install (definitely not alone), clothes to wash and bottles to do whatever happens with bottles. In addition, someone has to pack a bag for herself and re daughter - but we won't tell her that now. We may just send her into early labour.
What I've learnt so far: I'm coming to grips with the idea that I'm going to be a father!
L decided that a C-section is best and I agree whole-heartily Not that much will happen to me, but heck you never know. The image of us tearing down the freeway at 2am in the general direction of the hospital - and all of caffeine-free - did not sound fun!
So now we are bracing ourselves for the immanent arrival of Wombie. L's growing steadily and currently carries a little girl who weighs 2.2kg's! That can be compared to:
Yahoo answer:
My chihuahua boy is 10 weeks old and weighs 2.2kg . how big will he get ? is he too big ? ?
Best Answer - Chosen by Voters
most get to weigh in at 7-8 pounds he will not get that big
Good thing we're not having a chihuahua
They say you can also cook a 2.2kg turkey, but that recipe is probably not needed now.
Our clever Little girl is growing perfectly and passed her first test by lying between the lines plotting her growth (clever girl).
So now, it's just watch and wait until the 19th? I don't think so. There are rooms to paint, car seats to install (definitely not alone), clothes to wash and bottles to do whatever happens with bottles. In addition, someone has to pack a bag for herself and re daughter - but we won't tell her that now. We may just send her into early labour.
What I've learnt so far: I'm coming to grips with the idea that I'm going to be a father!
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Hello again ...
So it's been a while because of ... well life. Holiday ended! Work began with a bang! New houses demanded attention!
I think over the last two weeks I have dreaded writing anything. Not because of having nothing to say or not wanting to, but because I didn't know how to.
We are weeks away - maybe 5, maybe 7 somewhere between there - from the birth of a new baby and the house if filled with excitement and anticipation, and a hint of fear (maybe more than a hint). The list of things to do is still pages long and it is unlikely we'll ever feel ready - both physically (beds, clothes, nappies, etc) and as parents. So I've decided to live with that (partly).
What has also been happening is:
1. Cot and changing table are now in the room with the pram. Clothes have been shoved into the cupboard and just to get the all-round feeling right, there are baby bottles in the kitchen.
2. L has a ball protruding from her stomach but (thankfully) is not yet getting up like a pregnant lady.
3. Birth plan has been decide on, now we just have to convince the doctor. We've compromised and decided to go for a crash course pre-natal class.
This is all good, because recently L found out that Wombie has decided to head south and start her decent towards light. Holding our breath that she holds hers for a few more weeks - I just don't like plans being messed with.
And all this to link up with where I began - life happens. The days go on and the much anticipated birth date draws closer and there is nothing we can do about it.
So hold on, babe, coz here we go!
What I've learnt so far: I can now count to 33 weeks and count down the weeks in days! How clever am I?
I think over the last two weeks I have dreaded writing anything. Not because of having nothing to say or not wanting to, but because I didn't know how to.
We are weeks away - maybe 5, maybe 7 somewhere between there - from the birth of a new baby and the house if filled with excitement and anticipation, and a hint of fear (maybe more than a hint). The list of things to do is still pages long and it is unlikely we'll ever feel ready - both physically (beds, clothes, nappies, etc) and as parents. So I've decided to live with that (partly).
What has also been happening is:
1. Cot and changing table are now in the room with the pram. Clothes have been shoved into the cupboard and just to get the all-round feeling right, there are baby bottles in the kitchen.
2. L has a ball protruding from her stomach but (thankfully) is not yet getting up like a pregnant lady.
3. Birth plan has been decide on, now we just have to convince the doctor. We've compromised and decided to go for a crash course pre-natal class.
This is all good, because recently L found out that Wombie has decided to head south and start her decent towards light. Holding our breath that she holds hers for a few more weeks - I just don't like plans being messed with.
And all this to link up with where I began - life happens. The days go on and the much anticipated birth date draws closer and there is nothing we can do about it.
So hold on, babe, coz here we go!
What I've learnt so far: I can now count to 33 weeks and count down the weeks in days! How clever am I?
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