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I have less than 7 weeks until my due date for the baby. Sometimes I get nervous: there is always a chance the birth doesn't go well, there are complications; or the birth goes well but my baby may have other complications. Generally though I don't think of that. I have, as much as possible, been thinking and assuming that this is all normal, healthy, routine, easy. Physically I feel fairly well, the baby bump looks healthy enough in size now, I'm managing to still walk to and from home (when the weather isn't terrible-which it mostly is). The baby has it's head down-which is good, but may not be anterior (the most comfortable position to carry a baby in and the final position required for exit-babies in the posterior position can take up to an extra 2 hours to deliver, whilst waiting for them to turn around).
The other thing is avoiding worry. Occasionally I worry about money (mortgage, cost of houses etc), but mostly I don''t. I haven't really given enough thought to how I am going to survive for 6 months without an income, other than trying to pay as many bills in advance and living frugally. It's easy enough for me, it's trying to guess what expenses might be involved for the baby.
Finally Andy and I are managing to come up with baby names. Evelyn was always a girls name we loved. Boys names have been harder. My mother has been lobbying for old fashioned names, my nephew has been lobbying for Thomas the Tank Engine character names. Our spare bedroom is starting to come together: white cot with mobile; spare bed with mexican style multicoloured bedspread. Just need to sort out some artworks and see if I can find any prints ready for framing. I have some very cute babies clothes that I am acheing to put on the baby, including hand knitted cardigans and a beanie that Ashie expressed surprise about no longer fitting.
My sister has moved house; she managed to handle the transition so successfully that Ash, who had previously been upset about having to leave behind the trees and vegetable garden (he wanted to pick all the broccili), thinks moving house is fun and wants to do it again. He chatted to me on the phone excitedly, asking when I am going to come and visit; I love how excited he always is to see me. His oldest brother has been excited about the shift too; the promotion in responsibility, and has narrated the organisational work that was involved. My sister even seems to be back on board with my mother, with regular phone chats and visits happening independently of me (which is great). I am enjoying not being the broker in parental feuds and receiving attention. Both parents have visited my flat, brought over groceries, done small tasks that are helping me feel better prepared.
The other thing is avoiding worry. Occasionally I worry about money (mortgage, cost of houses etc), but mostly I don''t. I haven't really given enough thought to how I am going to survive for 6 months without an income, other than trying to pay as many bills in advance and living frugally. It's easy enough for me, it's trying to guess what expenses might be involved for the baby.
Finally Andy and I are managing to come up with baby names. Evelyn was always a girls name we loved. Boys names have been harder. My mother has been lobbying for old fashioned names, my nephew has been lobbying for Thomas the Tank Engine character names. Our spare bedroom is starting to come together: white cot with mobile; spare bed with mexican style multicoloured bedspread. Just need to sort out some artworks and see if I can find any prints ready for framing. I have some very cute babies clothes that I am acheing to put on the baby, including hand knitted cardigans and a beanie that Ashie expressed surprise about no longer fitting.
My sister has moved house; she managed to handle the transition so successfully that Ash, who had previously been upset about having to leave behind the trees and vegetable garden (he wanted to pick all the broccili), thinks moving house is fun and wants to do it again. He chatted to me on the phone excitedly, asking when I am going to come and visit; I love how excited he always is to see me. His oldest brother has been excited about the shift too; the promotion in responsibility, and has narrated the organisational work that was involved. My sister even seems to be back on board with my mother, with regular phone chats and visits happening independently of me (which is great). I am enjoying not being the broker in parental feuds and receiving attention. Both parents have visited my flat, brought over groceries, done small tasks that are helping me feel better prepared.
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