...and now it begins to get very serious.
Safe in the knowledge that my carefree life really would be over soon I've had a series of "last hurrah" trips away with various mates, including a madcap jaunt down to Magny-Cours F1 cicruit to see ex-Pink Floyd man Roger Waters play, plus a racing/boozing trip ooop north with my best mate and former Best Man, who is coincidentally also about to become a dad.
But now all those fun and games are over, junior is just over a month away from making his scheduled appearance and I'm shitting bricks, to be honest.
I really know nothing of what I face, as the hilarity which greeted my hamfisted attempts to bathe a very realistic 'dummy' baby at the most recent NCT class would attest.
I haven't been able to bring myself to pick up any of the countless books on child-rearing that are piling up at home, but I guess I better make a start...it'll be less harrowing than watching news coverage of the rape of Lebanon anyway (ooops, bit political there, sorry).
What has seemed like quite an imaginary thing so far, almost an out-of-body experience, is no longer such, but, unlike the missus, I feel no bond yet with the wriggling thing hidden inside her. What if I can't feel the necessary unconditional love for him when he finally comes out? The prospect of being an inaequate dad haunts me and is driving me crazy...
I have the same feeling of trepidation right now as you get on the initial drag up the rollercoaster ride. We haven't quite crested the top and started to roll very fast under our own steam, but we're close....very close.
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