We are currently enjoying the last throes of winter. Just like last year, the turn of the season is upon us, courtesy of a week of rain and cold temperatures.
We too are in the end of one season of our lives (see what I did there? Metaphors are our friends. My English teacher would be so proud!). We began our antenatal classes this week. We’ve been very much looking forward to going to these classes and meeting more people. I can’t explain what a mental jolt that was for me, personally, though. I don’t know why, but it seems like, until now, that we’ve been so focused on pregnancy and health of baby and mother that I had been able to place what comes next into this magical ‘later’ category. When you’re still in the early stages, pregnancy is all you think about. You worry about making it through the different phase gates, like ‘OK. We’re past 27 weeks. The baby is viable now.’ Who knew the little one will have to come out eventually? Thankfully, lots of others had thought of that eventuality. It’s enlightening, for sure, what we learned in one class. We are learning all about packing for the trip to the hospital and what to expect in labor. We’ve started talking about water births vs. other pain management techniques, and to make sure you have enough change for parking at the hospital. There’s also this other little piece of information we’re beginning to hear whispers of… going home afterwards. At the end of this all, we are going home with a baby. Rarely have I ever felt so unprepared for anything. I still can’t believe that they’re going to let us go home with a tiny human being. There’s no instruction manual. We don’t get a dry run with a trial baby. No! They just send it home with us, unsupervised. It’s shocking, honestly. To know that you’re going to be responsible for the life of another person, and you’re responsible for helping them grow into wonderful, kind, hopefully intelligent, and productive members of the world, is a daunting and truly awesome feeling. The magnitude of what lies in front of us truly does fill us with awe.
We are doing our best to enjoy the last few weeks of baby-free life, though. I’ve been trying to play golf as often as the weather allows. We went out for a date night last Monday, dinner and a movie. We decided to go American-style, Five Guys Hamburgers and Captain America! We went out again this weekend as well!
We’re setting up more dates, like catching a show in London or possibly taking a weekend trip somewhere in the country. By the way, we’d love to hear suggestions from everyone as to things they wish they’d done more often before the baby arrived. Libby’s stamina is not what it used to be when she was training for the marathon, but we’re game for pretty much anything else.
Today’s perspective moment came up in our antenatal classes. We’re thinking to ourselves, ‘OK. Our siblings just had children recently. We know people who have had children before. It can’t be that much different here versus in America.’ Well, one thing we didn’t count on was the fact that all the names had changed. That old snake in the grass is rearing its ugly head again. Here are a few selections of the ones we have come across to date:
- Diaper = Nappy
- Pacifier = Soother or Dummy
- Onesie = Vest
- Stroller = Pram or pushchair
- Crib = Cot
There’s a lot more that we can tell you all about, but throwing the complication of not knowing a name of an item is called is just an added bonus.
Speaking of added bonuses, here’s the pregnant Libby picture for the week, plus the added bonus of a comparison photo of Derek.
Life is good. Libby is good. Derek is good. Everyone is healthy. What more could you ask for? 🙂
Hope you’re doing well!