It's not long to go now, before he pops out, or is excised. I have spent weeks moving my collection of "things" (That I will never need until I get rid of them) from one area to another. This has freed up around one square metre in the baby room, so I hope he's not too big when he arrives.
I woke up the other night and the first thing I saw were a pair of huge feet. For a second I thought I'd woken up next to Michael Phelps, and things were going swimmingly until I realised that they were attached to my wife. They are so swollen with water retention that it sounds like I'm on a water bed. I'm sure she looks forward to a time when overall swelling is a thing of the past.
We had a good laugh the other night, and I've wondered if I should mention it on this blog, but after much deliberation I've decided, that I just have to. (with Michelle's consent of course)
We were talking about the ramifications of a natural birth versus a c-section, and she mentioned that she had started doing Kegel exercises. (pelvic floor exercises for those who don't know). This in itself was funny because I know my wife is averse to exercise in general, and I found it rather refreshing that she was now exercising from the inside out, and one that might even be beneficial to me, if I ever get round to that sort of thing again. I asked her how many puss-ups she had done? It was funny at the time, especially if one substitutes the first half with the colloquial version that the Cape Flats has become renowned for.
The cat, Misery, has taken a liking to the baby carrier, and still has an attachment to the large tiger toy, that awaits junior. It's like a surrogate parent to him-he snuggles up to it every night. He still urinates on the baby room curtain, and I have to get him to stop that- it won't be a good example to the baby.
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