Bravo round mamma

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!

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!!!

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!!!