We're at seventeen weeks now, so I have some catching up to do in terms of going through all of the many emotional states that have passed through me in recent months, but something very tangible is happening that I must tell you about. The bump is growing, and it is already starting to pick up pace in its expansion.
Now, while I was fully aware of the physical chaos going on inside my girlfriend's middle, but it was when the bump started to show that everything started to crash into place in my mind and become a bit more real. We're having a baby. It's in there. It's growing. Soon we will be able to feel it moving around and kick.
My lady just went away for the weekend with a group of friends, and a friend of ours who is mother to a beautiful little boy helped my girl try to find our baby's heartbeat. She managed it, and I was so moved to hear about it.
We're going to see if I can find it for myself tonight. It is moments like these that are starting to make me feel like my fatherly tendencies are kicking in. You see, it's all too easy to say 'yeah, we're expecting. It's amazing', but until there is some kind of physical manifestation of this equally exciting and terrifying process, it doesn't quite feel real.
But there it is. A bump. A bump with our baby inside it. It's coming, and I'll never get any sleep again. I can't complain though, as I will still be able to see my feet in the coming months.
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