Monday, 13 July 2015

A Big Adventure


#2
Tomorrow is one of those days. And I guess that's an understatement. You don't get too many days like these. In fact, this is probably the first for me. Tomorrow we get to find out if, as things stand, you're okay. You don't really exist yet, except you do, and I've lived with the idea of you for pretty much all of my life. You're living inside your mum and it’s all out of my control.

For twelve weeks you've been more than an idea, you've been fighting hard to become you and everything you will be. We've been monitoring you and your mum has an app and week by week it tells us how big you are and what you can do.

Tomorrow we'll get to see you for the first time and they'll test parts of you and tell us whether or not everything is okay.

We've told a few people but tomorrow is d-day. After tomorrow everyone will know. And we don't know if you're a boy or a girl. Your mum thought you were a girl but she's dreamt only of boys so now she's not sure. And me, I'm too superstitious to say. I'll tell you when you're here. But we don't care either way.

We can't wait for you to be here.
You know suddenly everything is marked by either this time next year when there's three of us or this is the last time we'll have a birthday or a holiday and you won't be here. And we've spent twelve weeks saying very little because to some extent it's no time at all and to another it's everything and nothing is going to be the same again. Already things are very different. It's only May. At the moment you're expected December 6th. We'll see. You're not even thinking yet but you have a heart beat and hopefully we'll get to hear that for the first time tomorrow.

Sleep easy my little one, grow strong. There's a lot ahead of you. A big adventure.