Slept from 11pm until 6am. I awoke with a start to what sounded like a suit of armour falling down the stairs onto a drum kit, but I quickly realised it was Melissa snoring. I tried to doze off again, but ended up having to wake her to stop her snoring. We both drifted off and awoke at 7:15am and got up.
Thursday at work was alright. Ellen left today for her wedding and subsequent honeymoon so there was cheerfulness and merriment in the office.
After work Melissa had to run into a friends house for so I waited in the car playing Angry Birds Rio on my phone and listening to the new Bon Iver album, which is very good.
Afterwards we headed home, fed the cats, went to the chippy and then up to the in laws to scoff food and shower before heading out to baby club. Antenatal, really.
I keep getting sort of moments were I think really hard about becoming a father, and Melissa giving birth and I freak out a little bit. This evening, at baby club we were told in graphic detail about the birthing procedure, and labour its self. I almost left the room at one point because it was getting a little bit intense, but then the instructor said the word 'comfortability' and I was distracted, trying to figure out if it was a real word or not. Turns out it is. Babies. Whatever.
Afterwards we went to (the) ASDA for Heineken and some Jamesons. For me, not Melissa.
I've a feeling the next four weeks are going to be mental. I'm going have a beer and a whiskey in that order. And maybe watch a film.
Tomorrow is Melissa's last day in work. I hate her a bit for that, but there's a trip to the pub for lunch planned, so every cloud...
Oh, she told me today that it's 1 calendar month until her official due date. To celebrate we bought a light shade and a curtain pole for the baby's room.
Friday tomorrow, see you then.
