A Trial Run to Hospital
To say that my boyfriend was being neurotic about the impending birth of our child would be an understatement. By the time I was 28 weeks pregnant he had built a cot, painted and decorated the spare room in the house, bought a boys and girls new born outfit and planned the route to the hospital! To be honest I didn’t mind so much and it was nice to see him taking such an active interest in the planning of the whole thing. There seemed no end to his enthusiasm for the birth of the child. He had bought books for the baby to look at from a young age, and he had devoured three different baby manuals himself in preparation for the big day.
There seemed nothing I could do to stop him going slightly over board, and I was lost for words when he walked into the living room one day with a big bag that turned out to be my overnight bag for my hospital stay for the birth. It had everything in it that I would possibly need for the birth and more! I tried to pick it up and I couldn’t! He told me that this wasn’t all, and that I better shake a leg, because we were doing a trial run to the hospital! I told him that I wasn’t prepared, and he simply said that that was the point! I decided to humour him and off we went. He was going over the top but at least it showed that he was going to be a doting father.