And I have the fear.
I've been ready for weeks, but now suddenly I'm not ready at all.
I mean, I'm packed (having replaced snacks in snack bag twice as I keep eating them).
I've bought things for baby's bum and things for baby to wear, I'm hoping the boobs will be enough to feed him, and he's got a fancy crib to sleep in, yet somehow I'm under the impression that I'm underprepared.
Or maybe just scared. Definitely scared.
I've never had a baby before, I've never even changed a nappy. What if I don't like him? Will someone furnish me with a receipt for such a situation?
Really and truly I've always preferred cats, less nappies n wailing.
How on earth is my vagina going to expel something that's been gestating in there for best part of a year?
Whose idea was this?!
My brain has gone from being a relatively tranquil place,
(ooh, isn't she coping well)
to a dark pit of noise and panic.
I'm not sure even Hypnobirthing can help me now.
Thank you for listening, you may now wish to turn and run.