Tempus Fugit
With that scare over, Michele and I could settle down to enjoy the rest of the pregnancy. We had been given an Estimated Due Date (of arrival) of May 20th, 2006, and that was our "deadline". Everything we planned was with that date in mind, and we were certain that May 20th was to be our "D-Day".
We were living in a one-bedroom converted flat in Kemptown, Brighton. If you've heard of Kemptown, you may have heard that it's thought of as the center of Brighton's Gay community. What you might not know is that, within such a large city, Kemptown is practically a self-contained village, complete with village atmosphere. People say hello to each other here, and shopkeepers make friends with local customers.
Having lived there for nine years, we have luckily gained the friendship of some lovely people in Kemptown, people who had shown an interest in Michele's pregnancy and who asked after her every time they saw one of us.
It was with a heavy heart that we decided we had to move; we didn't have that much room as we had accumulated over nine years of junk - sorry, possessions - that we had filled the flat with.
Over the course of a few months after January we were involved in the purchase of a two bedroom property in Hove - the "posh end" of Brighton. For several reasons, it fell through and, with time ticking on, we decided to stay where we were. Thing is, we needed to get the flat straight, and that would take a fair bit of work...
It's amazing how much incentive a pregnant wife can provide a man. Within several weeks, we had rearranged the bedroom to make room for a cradle, and cleared one corner of the living room. The "nesting" instinct had begun to kick in, and we were spending our hard earned money on blankets, baskets, baby carriers, changing mats and nappies. Lots of nappies.
With the due date approaching, there was just one more thing to go to, to help us prepare for labour and childbirth - antenatal classes...
We were living in a one-bedroom converted flat in Kemptown, Brighton. If you've heard of Kemptown, you may have heard that it's thought of as the center of Brighton's Gay community. What you might not know is that, within such a large city, Kemptown is practically a self-contained village, complete with village atmosphere. People say hello to each other here, and shopkeepers make friends with local customers.
Having lived there for nine years, we have luckily gained the friendship of some lovely people in Kemptown, people who had shown an interest in Michele's pregnancy and who asked after her every time they saw one of us.
It was with a heavy heart that we decided we had to move; we didn't have that much room as we had accumulated over nine years of junk - sorry, possessions - that we had filled the flat with.
Over the course of a few months after January we were involved in the purchase of a two bedroom property in Hove - the "posh end" of Brighton. For several reasons, it fell through and, with time ticking on, we decided to stay where we were. Thing is, we needed to get the flat straight, and that would take a fair bit of work...
It's amazing how much incentive a pregnant wife can provide a man. Within several weeks, we had rearranged the bedroom to make room for a cradle, and cleared one corner of the living room. The "nesting" instinct had begun to kick in, and we were spending our hard earned money on blankets, baskets, baby carriers, changing mats and nappies. Lots of nappies.
With the due date approaching, there was just one more thing to go to, to help us prepare for labour and childbirth - antenatal classes...
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