Bun in the oven...AND STILL BAKING!

As I write this on Sunday afternoon, November 15th, my wife is still massively pregnant. The due date has come and gone, and several more days have passed. I feel like I used to as a small child waiting for Christmas Day to arrive. Imagine for a year you had been told that you were going to get the most amazing Christmas present, but when you woke up on the 25th of December someone said to you, "Maybe tomorrow." And then imagine that "Maybe tomorrow" keeps on being repeated. This is how me and my wife feel. The poor thing was so upset last Thursday when the baby failed to show its face. I was heartbroken for her because she got so sad and disappointed. Maybe it's just better to think of it as indefinitely postponed, to make the expectation and subsequent relief even greater. If it does come, can I still remain Expectant-Dad? Yes, I think so - expectant of the new world of possibilities that open up with fatherhood. No-one has said anything about one phase of life being over, and I'd disagree with them if they did, but I'm actually looking forward to a new world of added responsibility. I've only been a husband for just over a year, but now I will have two people's needs to put before my own.

We've tried all the old-wives' tales to bring on the baby. Last week we actually ate three curries which must be some sort of record. For one week our house did actually smell like a proper asian household! We've also tried, whisper it, S-E-X, which wasn't massively easy. It didn't work either, but it was almost as enjoyable as the curry. There is still one thing to be done, recommended by midwives, GPs (my wife's friend) and which can only be alluded to here. It involves olive oil...

Let's hope this works, because once this boundary is crossed there is no going back...