I have felt pretty much constantly nervous over the past couple of days. Our second child is due August 2nd, and that’s not too far away. Our first son Rafa came quite unexpected – ten days early – and birth started early in the morning, after a late evening of dinner with friends. We were naïve and believed that baby’s were born on their due date – or maybe a day earlier or later, but at least close. We know better now. Because Rafa was ten days early, I guess we now also had early expectations. I don’t know. We don’t really have another reference point. N=1.
Ten days before the due date would have been last Friday. But I’m getting quite sick of waiting. I want to get to know my child. I want to know whether it’s gonna be a girl or a boy. Whether it will have enormous hair like Rafa. Or the weird (but apparently harmless) spazzing that Rafa has had since his birth, whenever he gets excited. Every day I am talking to that huge belly and telling the contents (well those that have ears) that they can come out now. So far, the eared contents did not listen. I guess this baby is feeling pretty relaxed floating around upside down in mom’s womb. I can imagine it must be great living inside your own sensory deprivation tank (aside of some relaxation white noise, which is not too bad either). What more could you wish for. A kick or a stretch every now and then completes it all. Life is pretty good down there. We know this little one. But you can come out now. We promise we’ll do our best to be nice parents :).
At least try not to be ten days late….