We are just over a week away from D-Day!! It could be closer. Next Wednesday, 10th March, we go for another ultra-sound and if the fluid level is still low then ouldjr will be induced the very next day. If she’s still in breech (which is most likely) then it’ll be a Caesarean Section.
All this means that I have to grow up in the space of 9 days. All practical advice appreciated.
A couple of weeks ago I bought a boogie-board (read “wave rider”) for the surf here. It had a label on it reading “only to be used with adequte supervision”. It has dawned on me that, for the first time in my life, such a label is not talking to me but about me. Yeek
Also been keeping myself busy. Do check out both
an email debate I’m having re the doctrines of grace
a recent article I wrote in response to criticisms of “The Passion”
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4 years ago, I was preparing for the birth of my first daughter. She was due around the 7th March, but came (after a very long labour) on the 10th.
Don’t worry about feeling the need to grow up … Having children is an excellent excuse for behaving just like a child yourself. Who do you think all those toys are really for?
I enjoyed the e-mail debate on Calvinism.
I’m excited for you about the birth of your child.
Embrace the experience
Don’t worry about the growing up in 9 days. You will grow up the minute they put your child in your arms. You will walk out of that hospital a different person from when you went in. Its glorious, embrace it.
By the way, your Illini finished the Men’s Basketball regular season #1 in the Big Ten and ranked 18th in the nation! How’s that for comeback. 😉
P.S. – Buy Jacqui a Boppy. Its a nursing pillow that is shaped like a crescent moon. She will love you for it and so will ouldjr. I don’t know if they are available down under, but they retail at about $18 U.S..
I would send you one as a gift if I had your address. e-mail me: firstname.lastname@example.org
Thinking about your ultasound today! Your pals in Singapore are with you. You’re in our thoughts and prayers.
Karen & Andrew (Wetton) xx