We both hear “Not long now!” quite a lot.
And they’re not wrong. We are only five days from our estimated due date. Five days. Our baby can come at any time and Debbie is showing a few signs that it may be sooner than later.
As the arrival of our little bundle of joy could be imminent we’re both a little cautious when making plans or even when leaving one another alone. Debbie has done very well to keep her independence but even she, at 39 weeks, has decided that it’s not wise to drive and less wise to go out for hours on her own.
It’s funny how quickly you become used to being pregnant. At first it felt like a major change in our lives and then it became normal. Now we’re facing the shift from pregnancy to owning a brand new baby which will be another huge life change. In time, though, it will become normal.
The fact that this chapter of my life is almost over is driving me with a ferocity that I didn’t expect. I’ve been a keen exerciser for many years. Recently this has gone into over-drive. I’ve thrown myself into it. I’m running 5km in the morning and working out for 30-45 minutes during my lunch hour.
I’m also incredibly focused on my work, which makes a pleasant change. Suddenly I have an overwhelming urge to get as much done as I can, while I can.
It’s not so much that I am trying to hang onto this old life. It’s more than I’m determined to go out on a high.
It may be a while before our routine allows for full concentration on work and time to exercise, but it will eventually. Until then, I’m cramming in as much as I can.
It blows my mind to think that no matter what happens, we’ll be parents in a little over two weeks at the latest.