A mother's view
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After reading Phil's ramblings, I thought it best to put my 2 cents worth in....
Well what does a boy mean to me?? It means spidermen, action figures, pet bugs and sports that involve broken bones!! There go my dreams of piano lessons & ballet! Although I'm still considering piano lessons for the poor little tike... ;p But I wont inflict a tutu on him...
But all that aside, my biggest & most pressing concern is how the heck do I get this thing out?? I mean I'm not even that big yet, and the concept has me terrified... I asked the sonographer how large the head was, (it's 4.9cm for all those playing at home)... And I thought I can live with that.... However I am told this gets to 9 - 10 cm's before the little bugger decides to make it's appearance.... Can you say GOOD GOD!
And then once I'm over that trauma then I have to bring it home & keep it.... I mean I can do baby sitting, I love other peoples kids! But I can't even look after myself, let alone this poor baby full time!! My one saving grace is at least for the first 6 months I don't have to worry about what to feed it.... As they don't tend to be to fussy about that... Well hopefully anyway!!
But all my whining aside, I too am excited and coming to terms with the fact that my Caitlin is going to be a Harrison... And I think I will be even more so once Phil has finished emptying the spare room so I can start on my nursery! And after all we live in modern day times! Who's to say Harry can't play with Barbies!!
It does make me giggle though that Phil thinks the child being a boy would change his responsibility level!! I think it may raise the enjoyment level Phil gets out of playing with it's toys!! And will mean we will be poor forever! As Phil is already looking at all the FANTASMAGORICLY expensive toys that he wants to buy... But I can't even get him to read a book on how to teach the baby to read! So I'm guessing this is a sign that I am going to be taking the lions share of the job of ensuring the baby has all it's other needs met, while Phil provides entertainment.... Ain't life grand..... But then I suppose I wouldn't have it any other way...
And maybe here is where I should put in an apology to Harry for after we are done with our job.... In case he ever decides to look back on these entries... All I can say is we tried our best! And hope we didn't emotionally scar you too much... But look back with kindness as you didn't come with a users guide.... And I hope that you still love your mummy & daddy when your all growed up..
After reading Phil's ramblings, I thought it best to put my 2 cents worth in....
Well what does a boy mean to me?? It means spidermen, action figures, pet bugs and sports that involve broken bones!! There go my dreams of piano lessons & ballet! Although I'm still considering piano lessons for the poor little tike... ;p But I wont inflict a tutu on him...
But all that aside, my biggest & most pressing concern is how the heck do I get this thing out?? I mean I'm not even that big yet, and the concept has me terrified... I asked the sonographer how large the head was, (it's 4.9cm for all those playing at home)... And I thought I can live with that.... However I am told this gets to 9 - 10 cm's before the little bugger decides to make it's appearance.... Can you say GOOD GOD!
And then once I'm over that trauma then I have to bring it home & keep it.... I mean I can do baby sitting, I love other peoples kids! But I can't even look after myself, let alone this poor baby full time!! My one saving grace is at least for the first 6 months I don't have to worry about what to feed it.... As they don't tend to be to fussy about that... Well hopefully anyway!!
But all my whining aside, I too am excited and coming to terms with the fact that my Caitlin is going to be a Harrison... And I think I will be even more so once Phil has finished emptying the spare room so I can start on my nursery! And after all we live in modern day times! Who's to say Harry can't play with Barbies!!
It does make me giggle though that Phil thinks the child being a boy would change his responsibility level!! I think it may raise the enjoyment level Phil gets out of playing with it's toys!! And will mean we will be poor forever! As Phil is already looking at all the FANTASMAGORICLY expensive toys that he wants to buy... But I can't even get him to read a book on how to teach the baby to read! So I'm guessing this is a sign that I am going to be taking the lions share of the job of ensuring the baby has all it's other needs met, while Phil provides entertainment.... Ain't life grand..... But then I suppose I wouldn't have it any other way...
And maybe here is where I should put in an apology to Harry for after we are done with our job.... In case he ever decides to look back on these entries... All I can say is we tried our best! And hope we didn't emotionally scar you too much... But look back with kindness as you didn't come with a users guide.... And I hope that you still love your mummy & daddy when your all growed up..
posted by Phil at 2:46 PM
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