La Bassine c'est arrive!

This afternoon Parcelforce dropped off a mammoth package - in the box was a hosepipe (yes really), an adapter, two electronic pumps and an inflatable birthing pool. Reality dawns for Expectant Dad.

This weekend promises an orgy of practice inflations and deflations, trips to B+Q to buy a tarpaulin (splish, splash, splosh, all over the leather sofa and flat screen TV - I don't think so) and a journey to Tesco to buy a cheap plastic sieve (don't ask, use your imagination). Maybe we should sell tickets along our street to try and recoup some of our expenditure. As my dad says, you'll never turn a profit by getting pregnant. My wife feels much happier now that everything has arrived, telling the bump that it is free to come along as soon as possible. She's even resorted to playing Wii Tennis to try and jiggle things along.

The last week or so seems to have dragged by somewhat - my wife is now well into her maternity leave, and with the baby's head engaged she is somewhat tired and uncomfortable. She also needs help putting on her shoes because she can't bend down; the bump is so big, she hasn't seen her feet for a long time. It's amazing how quickly Expectant Dad has picked up these terms (head engaged, fixed at brim, etc) and I've gone from feeling like a slack dad to an old pro.

I'm getting more and more eager to meet the baby. I'm intrigued by what colour it's skin, hair and eyes are going to be. I want to hold my baby for the first time; I've even kind of psyched myself up to wipe a stinky bum for the first time. Anyway, enough gushing for now, I'm sure I'll return with a sarcastic comment soon.