Monday, October 08, 2007

The Day Before

And so we come down to it...

I’m not quite at the panic attack stage yet but I’m definitely experiencing that all pervading ambience known as The Fear. Butterflies, lack of concentration, inexplicable bouts of innumeracy, language failure, lots of trips to the toilet and a general desire to be at home embellishing the nest ready for the baby’s imminent arrival

Karen is the same. Huge excitement mixed with huge anxiety. It’s like looking forward to Christmas but knowing you have to sit a difficult exam at midday. In a word: the collywobbles.

And everything feels somehow different already. The sun brighter. The sky bluer. My stock of clichés larger.

Anyway, I’m currently at work tying up the loose ends and making sure the old place doesn’t fall apart in my absence. Once I’m home this evening work life will officially cease for the duration. Our boy, Ben, is going for a “sleep over” at a friend’s house and, all being well, will join us at the hospital tomorrow afternoon. Karen and I, meanwhile, will prepare ourselves for tomorrow morning. We have to be at the hospital for 8am. I have no other details than that. It could be a very short wait or a very long one.

To re-fashion a well known saying: I could catch a 12 pound trout with my breath...

7 comments:

TimeWarden said...

Best wishes to you and your family, Steve, for the big day! I'll be keeping my fingers crossed tomorrow!!

The Sagittarian said...

Tally ho!
Chocks Away!
Good luck.

Steve said...

Cheers one and all... gulp!

MOTHER OF MANY said...

Best wishes from all of us,good luck for the big day.

Anonymous said...

In my world the phrase is normally break a leg... all best wishes honey - much love nessx

Old Cheeser said...

Good luck - hope it's a smooth birth for all concerned!!

Steve said...

Ally, OC - many, many thanks!

Ness - lovely to hear from you. As soon as I have some pics I'll email them to you! x