a fraughtnight to go

So we're down to just 2 weeks before delivery day.

Stress fractures are starting to appear.

Our wonderful midwife Norma, in whom Vic has the upmost confidence, is away for a weeks holiday, and as a result Vic is nervous and unreceptive to jokes, jibes or insensitive husbands. Vic is worried that the baby is going to arrive before Norma returns from holiday and she is going to be left in the hands of a less-able, or rather less-known, midwife. I was wrapped up in my own little world last night and managed to upset my wife with a couple of ill judged comments that failed to take into account her underlying fears into account.

Of course, their OUR fears, but for some reason I've switched off to so many of the concerns that we had first time round with India. I've almost sleepwalked into the position we now find ourselves: just 2 weeks away from a new baby, and to quote Vic, "the most painful experience of my life... thanks."

I've been thinking it's going to be like last time, but need to wake up fast to the fact that anything could happen. It's clicked that I've not been half as supportive as last time, or as I should have been.

I've been rolling in the barrel, gently floating downstream. I need to start paddling. I see a crocodile.


Reflective of my lack of support/communication, is the fact the name game continues. We still haven't collaborated on a middle name. I've at long last started viewing the baby name books for something unusual, cool, but suitable. I've discovered a middle name that has a family connection, but know it would just make Vic's mum and dad laugh: it's Vic's place of birth...


And finally, something that's been causing me frustration for about 3 months: I bought Vic the complete season of Lost on DVD from the US. And then is just disappeared. We couldn't find it anywhere. Seriously, I was staring to think it had evaporated/been stolen by a ghost. It was really lost and doing my nut in. Discovered it last night behind the playroom shelving unit. Looking forward to finding out what all the fuss is about by watching it at 2.00 am in a fortnight...