So there’s about six weeks until the new boy is born.
I have an apparent sense of unnatural calm. The ministry of clichés tells me that it’s the calm before the storm, but I’m not sure that’s the case. It could be, I’m frequently wrong about things including, but not limited to, correct lottery numbers and government legislation.
I think my brain is going with the fact that since we have a son already that the knowledge contained is backward compatible. To an extent I think this is correct. But of course everyone is different, and the situation wont be exactly the same. For a start there’s also the fact that there’s going to be a new baby and an twenty month old toddler, so that’s different. But my boy has a good soul (and a cheeky smile that’ll get him out of any situation) so I have no worries about him reacting to the new addition to the household. He’ll probably just think it’s the norm and just carry on dancing to Chugginton.
In a practical sense the fact that we’re having another boy is good as we have several layers of baby clothing that can be used again. Looking at the tiny t-shirts and sleep suits have questioned my sanity. Did we ever have a son who was that small? Surely not, he’s a big, walking toddler now. Was he ever a little sleepy thing that can’t support his head and is discreetly sick down my back? There is lots of photographic evidence that proves me wrong, yet part of my brain states that this wasn’t the case.
There’s another part of my brain that clearly remembers him sleeping in a Moses basket next to the sofa right next to where I was sitting, whilst I was blubbing (like a marine I might add) whilst Thor was giving up his life to enable Captain Kirk and his Mother to live on another day.*
I think it’s fair to say that on occasion that my brain can’t be trusted. For God’s sake just this second I literally just stopped writing because I remembered that I wanted to watch the new Captain America trailer and watched that instead of finishing my sentence.
I’m sure I had a point when I started writing this, but it’s gone. So I’ll leave with this.
I love my family. For all the irrational fears I may have about what’s to come I can’t wait to meet the new guy and welcome him into the world.
Then the consensus between me and my wife is that we’ll be investing in large amounts of contraception and Googling: “vasectomy procedures”.
*In plain English I was watching Star Trek.