You Dad and I attended our first antenatal session yesterday evening. You Dad was kind enough to pick me up from work so I didn’t need to get the bus home, but neither of us like your Dad’s too stiff suspension, especially over those speedbumps and potholes. You kick like mad and roll yourself into a tight ball. You definitely prefer your Mum’s car. Much more comfortable ride, but louder exhaust.
The first session taught us more about what signs to look out for when going into labour, and how to manage it. I feel comforted that the pain will be manageable, either by me or given at the hospital. Either way between us we will get you out safely.
Dad’s been busy painting your nursery. We hope you like Star Wars as much as we do.