Matt, Katie and Bump
It’s what we are putting in our Christmas cards (the title). Yet another year has passed, this one being the fastest in known memory but things are going to be a little different in the coming year.
Katie has been doing her incubation thing and is whipping up a child of epic proportions. We know that we are having a baby boy and our due date has consistently come down from late February to, quite miraculously, two weeks away. This isn’t a major cock-up on behalf of the lovely people at the NHS this time, it’s the fact that the baby has grown so much in such a short amount of time, it might just mean that Katie is unable to deliver naturally.
We were presented with all the above information by a lovely young consultant who Katie has been visiting every-so-often to make sure that the baby was developing fine and that she was healthy throughout her pregnancy. He also told us that if the little one continued to put on a pound a week (like he has the past three), Katie would need to be booked in for a C-Section in the New Year.
So, here we are. Our consultant appointment is a week away and if confirmed, the surgery would be booked for exactly a week from then.
Whilst this drama unfolded, we came to the stark reality that we had arranged for all of the babies nursery furniture to be delivered in the new year. This meant we would need to pay, re-schedule and assemble the items as soon as possible, before the Christmas deliveries stopped. Luckily we were able to get it all booked in and said furniture was built as soon as it arrived:
Much fun has been had in the snow, the cats are finding out what it’s like to be out in the tundra for hours at a time (they were only 3 months old this time last year). They have been jumping around like little snow foxes, scared of their own shadow most of the time.
A few days back I paid the price for walking to swiftly on the frozen pavements. Picking up my car after leaving it at a friends for the night, I slipped in an alleyway taking a bush with me and leaving my keys, phone and dignity strewn about the tarmac.
I don’t know if it’s just me but I love driving in the snow, it’s not that I like being without control in the ice, it’s quite the opposite. Whilst people are having problems, I like trying to to get from A to B, albeit slowly, without letting the conditions be a hindrance to me.
Christmas Day is barely days away and it’s going to be our last by ourselves. For this reason we have decided to see the parents after Christmas, spend the day alone and make sure we enjoy the day without any interference of interruptions.
Merry Christmas to you all, expect the next news to be somewhat jubilant!
