Tomorrow is going to be a big day in the chronicles of our lives as individuals, a couple and a family. Tomorrow we will (hopefully) find out whether our baby is a boy or a girl. It's time for our second scan, and will (hopefully) take place at a moment when the little 'un is willing to display itself in all its glory to the Ultrasound monitor. It's a strange moment to consider.
This is a moment that has always seemed vague and far away in the distant future until right here and now. It's one of those moments that you think about when younger as being a million years off, not tomorrow. Tomorrow is a very real prospect.
It's weird, that sense of strange displacement. The realisation that one of the moments you briefly pondered as a kid is about to come to pass, and the sudden dawning that you still feel like the same kid that pondered it. I do still feel about 18 in my head, despite what my 33 year-old body is telling me.
Tomorrow is going to be scary and wonderful, and I am very excited indeed. Excited and terrified. This is becoming more and more real with each passing day, and the enormity of it all is starting to seep in.
More than anything though, I am looking forward to finding out what I have to look forward to. Baby, whichever you are, and whoever you grow up to be, I am very much looking forward to learning more about you tomorrow. Love, daddy.
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