Hold Ya Horses!

No, not yet, but thank you for asking. It still looks like this:




Our due date is Sunday 1st or Monday 2nd October 2006, depending on which doctor you ask. I'm telling you that, just so you're all aware of what's going on. The concern and demands shown in the comments to my previous post are both heartwarming and disturbing (mainly the former, though). :)

Of course, these dates don't mean too much, because the baby could come at any time from two weeks before the due date to two weeks after the due date.

All I can tell you is that it hasn't come yet. But we're ready!

The nursery is all set up, we've got the 'birth plan', the hospital bags are packed and by the door, the baby carseat has been professionally fitted by A Man, our families are on stand-by (including mine who'll be travelling down from Sydney once we call them to say it's happening), my workplace knows that when I get "the call", I'm outta there for probably two weeks (precise length of time spent at home will be determined after the birth), and tomorrow I'll be handing blank VHS tapes over to certain trusted friends and asking them to record specific TV shows for us while we're otherwise engaged next week and/or the week afterwards.

HEY! I'VE GOT AN ONLINE JOB TO DO, YA KNOW!! I CAN'T LET DOWN THE FANS!

The only reason I haven't been online this week is because my new job is zapping me of all my energy, so when I get home, there's time for Wifey, the cats, dinner, TV and bed. In that order. I suspect there'll be very little else until my poor whinging body gets used to full-time (or near enough, anyway) work again. Baby prep has also had a lot to do with me having so little blog time recently.

But not to worry - when Wifey goes into labour, I already have a special post sitting in draft, ready to be published before we head out the door. So unless we're not at home when her water breaks, or if she starts screaming at me for running to the computer instead of running to the car, then you'll know that it's all going down by checking back here and reading about it.

Then you might be waiting a few days before you hear from me again. But hopefully you'll understand why and cut me some slack.

As for what the doctor had to say in today's weekly check-up, the baby's now exactly 40 centimetres long (to the uninformed, that means 'fully cooked'), and his or her heartbeat is extremely healthy. Wifey is also in top notch. Her heart rate, blood pressure and urine sample (excuse me) coming back with full marks. And not because she knows how to aim into a small cup. She's very fit, and the baby seems to be happy and comfortable in there.

So much so, in fact, that Wifey reckons it'll take its time coming out, and that she won't actually go into labour until this time next week (at the earliest). I'm hoping for things to get moving a little sooner than that, but what do I know.

(Nothing.)

The fact that everything is healthy and good is a wonderful sign. We hope and pray that Wifey will have a trouble-free labour, but of course they rarely go off without some kind of incident. So we're not expecting things to go smoothly on the day just because they've been smooth so far. But if it all goes well, we'll obviously be very grateful!

Today we're a happy couple, but in maybe just a few days' time we'll be a family!


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