Blood test results are back. You're doing fine! 4-5 weeks on, and probably due mid-to-late February 2007. One hell of a 35th birthday present for me, I can tell you.
Julie (hereafter referred to as 'Mum', I think) has booked you and her in to meet with the obstetrician for the first time on July 21. And she's already booked a bed at Mitcham Private for your delivery. She's very organised, your mum. But you'll discover that for yourself before too long. Oh, yes - will you ever.
Few people besides us know about you at this stage - just 'Gran' and 'Nana and Grandpa' (hehehe ... what fun). Common sense is telling us that we should wait before telling too many other people, but kid - if there's one thing you're going to come to know about your parents fairly quickly its that we don't really hold with common sense. Subsequently, the phone calls begin tonight!
Aunty Megan and Uncle Marty will be first, followed by a trans-timezone attempt to get in touch with Uncle Paul who's somewhere between Frankfurt and Prague at the moment. Then we'll probably tell some friends - starting with Aunty Sares and Uncle Dame - before working our way through the extended family.
I'll tell you - there's something about blood test results. It all feels more real now. I mean, its felt real all week, but now it feels really real ... you know? I'm sure the next nine (ahem ... eight, sorry) months are going to fly by, riddled with bouts of worry and stress regarding our financial and emotional preparedness.
But you know what? Right now, tonight, its no concern whatsoever. To be blunt, I'm over the bloody moon.
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