That anytime I see a picture or advert or anything with a dad holding his/a baby, I will bawl uncontrollably.
That baby clothes would suddenly become so fascinating, and, again, leave me bawling uncontrollably every time I pick any up.
That feeling my baby kick is the most fantastic feeling in the world. Until he starts doing it all night long, when I'll wish I could reach in there and slap him, except I'm so bloody tired I wouldn't have the energy to do so.
That babies kick a LOT.
That I would become incredibly irritable at the most minor things, and try and pick a fight with anyone who dares to disagree with me (actually, I may have been like this before pregnancy, but now people tell me I'm like it all the time - not sure if this is me changing, or other people becoming happier at pointing out my shortcomings).
That my mother would be totally useless with advice, and actually reduce me to tears fairly often with her stupid insensitive comments. I expected it from my father (and he didn't disappoint), but was hoping that this baby would maybe improve my relationship with mum, rather than worsening it. Oh well.