Day 11

This countdown is providing good discipline - at least it's making me remember to blog every day...

In fact, I was heading off to bed at 9.30 (I know, but I'm exhausted) and I remembered I had posted nothing for Day 11... so I hooked up the laptop and the stupid O2 thing that is supposed to work anywhere, but usually doesn't...

We're getting pretty close now - in fact I got a bit of a suprise when I saw Isobel's Mom today - I hadn't seen her since Monday - and she's gotten bigger. It's definitely looking more and more like a full grown baby in there...

Because Isobel is in the breech poition, her head keeps banging off her Mom's ribs, or stomach and it's hard work...

Isobel's Mom has been insanely busy in the house, everything here is gleaming, all the shelves have been emptied and tidied and polished - the nest is ready for Isobel's arrival...

The last thing we're waiting on is the cot. That's due to arrive on Tueday and hopefully will be assembled by the deliverers...

There's one other thing I'm waiting on - and that's the Gucci baby bag that Isobel's Mom really wanted... I waited in work last night til 9pm to make sure I won the ebay auction... it should arrive in the post next week... That's going to be a suprise

The odd thing about the counting down to Isobel's arrival, is the effect it's having on me... It's given me a real focus for how this is going to change my life around...

I think the main thing I'm realising is that this is a hard marker for my life. From now on, I only get older. Everything is relative to the age of Isobel - I've been doing the maths... I'll be 50 when she is 15... I'll be 56 when she's 21... When she's 35, I'll be 70

It's disturbing. I can't drift anymore, I can't let things pass for a year, because, she's going to keep growing and changing and learning and wanting... And I have to be there to hold and support and teach and provide... It seems like a lot of responsibility... I just hope I'm good enough at it...