You're looking really swell!

I didn't realise that women swell so much during the latter stages of pregnancy. I believed that swelling was restricted to the feet. My wife has lost her ankles and if I look down on at her lower bits, I'm reminded of a Russian peasant on the outskirts of Siberia. So I express my relief that they will not always remain so. Her hands have swollen, and she pointed out that her nose had too. It's like having my own Michelin Man. Before I am painted as callous, I must assure you that I have refrained from teasing her about her changing shape. Instead, I comment about her "glow", which is great, as it helps me locate her during power outages.

I watched my son squirm in his little womb last night. It reminded me of the first horror movie I watched when I was nine years old.. It was the first "Alien" movie and I remember the scene as if I watched it yesterday. One of the spacemen had an alien inside them, and their stomach was pulsating, moments before the alien ripped through his flesh in an explosion of white gunk. Thankfully he relaxed afterwards, (my son) but it was an amazing thing to see. The other thing I saw was a new dad with his trolley outside the supermarket. Inside he had his newborn baby in a carrier cot, and the look on his face made me want to choke. (with emotion, that is). In the brief moment that I saw his expression, it seemed that this little person was the only thing that existed in the world. It really was quite beautiful.

Other than that, there seems to be some error regarding the due date. The assessment clinic said the gyno was wrong and that it was a week after. The gyno says that they are wrong and it is a week earlier. So we've  
booked in for the second of April for a C-section.

I'm selling my "stuff" for the baby fund, as this pregnancy couldn't have come at a worst time, financially speaking. The first thing to go was the double bed in what will now be the baby's room. I could only get a less than a tenth of what it cost, which really irks me. I believe that our cat, Misery, was far more upset than I was. He cried when he saw his number one resting place was gone and afterwards became a little violent. He jumped on the baby cot and started clawing things, and then ran out in a huff. I hope he gets over it.

There is still so much to do with regards to the room, I feel like a chicken without a head. Piles of piles that shift like drifting sand from room to room. My just desert (sic) for having not tackled it earlier?