Well Fred,
We are about a week away from your arrival and I’m very, very excited. Though I think the realisation that you are almost here is setting in for both your mum and I. We’ve been busy sorting out your room and your sleeping arrangements for when you are born, the line is full of clothes, cloths and other such things that you’ll need once your hear and I’ve been busy with screwdriver ensuring cot and crib are ready for you.
Your mum is doing amazingly well, and is now about ready to get her own body back I think. The aches are getting worse and your wiggling at night is keeping us both up. I think it’s a subtle training regime to get me ready for the sleepless nights to come.
Names are still proving to be an issue. If you’re a girl you’re ok. If you’re a boy then be prepared as it will either be something cool, or weird, or just Fred.
I cannot wait to meet you, and hold you. And then take you out in your snazzy Dr Who wrap that we’ve got for you. Not looking forward to all of the trials that are ahead of us, but I’m not looking too far into the future. Just wish that I could do more to help you into the world, and just know I would gladly swap with your Mum if I could. But your mum is a very strong, determined woman and given her stubbornness I’m sure your arrival will be drama free.
One thing is for certain, you will be surrounded by the most generous, the most loving people you can possibly imagine, even if some of them are a little mad.
Not long now,
Dad
xxx
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