I’m not very good at keeping the posts regular here. The last sentence of my last post says: ‘Hopefully my next post won’t take me eight weeks but we’ll see.’ It’s been seven weeks.
Anyway, we are now 38 weeks pregnant which means only two weeks to go until the due date (hence the title). Things have become a lot more real in the last few weeks, and I think we have both almost come to terms with the fact that two will very soon become three.
There have been a few key events that have made me stop, think and face up to the reality of the situation.
I went to my very first antenatal class a couple of weeks ago, it was called ‘confident birthing’. Now, I had no idea what to expect from an antenatal class, I just assumed it would be a midwife educating parents-to-be on how to parent. I was wrong. In this particular class we had the joy of watching a video of a lady having a water birth. You may think this seems like a lovely idea, but you would be wrong. First of all, the lady giving birth was completely starkers, literally all hanging out. Secondly, the cameraman did a real close up on the head as it was coming out. Nobody needs to see that. We were both scarred for life.
A week or so later we had an appointment with the midwife to write the birthing plan – something else I had no idea about. I just assumed the plan would be to give birth. Rachael had the choice of where she would like to give birth, which types of pain relief she would like, and even what she would like to happen when the baby is finally out. I also got asked whether I’d like to cut the umbilical cord, to which I said yes – so I’m the one that gets to set Charlie free from his mum.
During the appointment the midwife suggested that there was a chance that baby Charlie could come early as he had ‘dropped’, meaning that his head was positioned quite low down. You can imagine the panic.
For months I’d been having a debate in my head on whether I’d need to buy a new car. Not because I’d fallen out of love with Trudy, but because I thought I’d need something bigger, more sturdy and with five doors. One afternoon I was browsing on Autotrader and stumbled upon a car I quite liked. Two days later I picked up the keys. Don’t worry, I haven’t gotten rid of Trudy! For now she’s having a rest on Rachael’s parents driveway.
Rach’s mum, Sharon, has been buying stuff throughout the duration of the pregnancy and keeping at the house for us – what an absolute godsend. As soon as I picked up my new car we decided to drive over and pick up everything we needed and bring it back to our flat. The only thing that hasn’t come into the flat is the pram – apparently it’s a bad omen to bring it into the home before the baby is born? So, for now, the pram is sat in the boot of the car ready for baby Charlie’s arrival. His car seat is all set up and ready to go too. How prepared are we?!
As prepared as we’ll ever be I guess. Still scared shitless though.
Chances are I’ll be a Dad when I write my next post.
See you on the flip side.
~ Tattooed Burger Boy x