5 Days...

The excitement is building here in Clist Towers with the due date just 5 days away. Actually, perhaps anticipation is a better term to describe the feeling. I'm almost entirely pre-occupied with Fi and baby-to-be, as it could happen any time now. Thankfully the cricket grabs my attention from time to time.

Patsy is now staying with us and my Mum is staying with Jay and Marie. Both of them are staying in Bath for a finite period of time, so I do hope the baby can be a good lad and arrive on time. I would be unfortunate for him to arrive a day or two before everyone needs to go home again.

Fi is begining to find things a little uncomfortable now, but I suppose at 39 weeks what do you expect? She's not the first woman to ever be pregnant and she certainly won't be the last. In a couple of years, I'm sure she'll be more than happy to go through it all again.

More news as it happens.

A little over a week

With just a little over a week before Fi's due date, all is relatively quiet on the baby front. We have spent the past few weeks trying to ensure that we are as prepared as we will ever be, finishing touches to the nursery, figuring out how the pram and car seat work, nappy practicing... you know, all the normal new-parent activities. All we can do now is wait.

The storm before the bigger storm starts tomorrow. My parents have been in Calonge with Jim and Patsy for the past week, and they return tomorrow with Patsy in tow. My Mum is hanging around for a couple of weeks and Patsy is here until the end of September. The Grandfathers-to-be are taking a far more relaxed approach to it all. Jim is coming over from Spain on September 14th and my Dad (who's going back to Cornwall on Friday), will drive back to Bath when it's 'appropriate'. Funny chap.

It's my Mum's Birthday tomorrow, so Happy Birthday Mum! 21 again eh?