Week 19 and we are one week away from knowing whether or not we have a schnitzel or a schnitzelle cooking in the oven.
It’s really exciting and nerve-racking all at the same time. I don’t know whether to jump for joy or pee my pants. Probably best not to do both, I’m sure there’ll be plenty of that behaviour once the oven timer “dings”.
We visited the Maternity Clinic this week. I’ve never seen so many pregnant women in one place! My lovely angel whispered in my ear…
“You okay? I know how excited you get around pregnant women!”
Damn, and I’d left my apron at home as well.
I was totally surrounded. I felt like the odd man out at The Biggest Loser auditions. Still, it’s kind of comforting to know this “pregnancy” thing, seems to happen all the time, so it feels like we’re in good hands.
The Midwives seem extremely lovely and supportive, our Doctor on the other hand (still lovely and supportive), but very “old school”, in that, she pulled the curtain across in front of me in the examination room so I couldn’t “see the show”. I felt like a dirty perve listening outside the shower curtain, made worse by the fact I was breathing heavily and rubbing my hands together. (Well, I did have to run out to move the car before my parking expired).
We heard our schnitzel/elle’s heart beating through the ultrasound, and if I could have seen my love’s smiling face on the other side of the curtain, I expect it was just as big as mine 🙂
It’s hard not to get excited. I am so looking forward to finding out just who it is that’s in there, causing all this fuss. And yes, if you’re wondering what that sound is, it’s the cluck, cluck, cluck of a very nervous and excited dad…trying desperately not to pee his pants!
Is that YOUR BELLY Fi???
It is a beauty…