Anniversary

Today is me and my wife's anniversary. Not of marriage, but of the date we got together. July 28th, 2008. It's been five amazing years, and we were speaking earlier about how in that time we've moved in together, gotten married, and are a few days away from having our first child. It all seems to have gone by so quickly, but on the other hand, I can't imagine my life without her in it. It feels like she's always been here with me. Last night we went out for a celebratory meal, because we had to go back to the hospital for another claw... sorry, I mean sweep.

The midwife today was not as relentless to disappear as the other. She also explained that if she struggled, she felt it would mean my wife's not ready to have a full sweep. Whatever she did stirred something, though, because our son has been kicking non-stop since. Other than that, things are as expected. His head isn't fully engaged yet, despite us being told previously that it was, but my wife has a consultant appointment tomorrow, which may decide how and when Ellis is delivered. I'm personally not the biggest fan of my wife being induced, as it elevates her to the status of a 'high-risk' patient, which I don't want. I may post again tomorrow, to update on what's going on. At the end of the day, these next few days may be the last few days he spends inside his mummy's tummy.

Tonight, as another celebration of the fact that today is actually our anniversary, we're having a takeaway from Wasabi. For those of you who don't know, Wasabi is a Japanese-style restaurant that specialises in sushi. SHOCK! HORROR! A pregnant woman eating sushi!

Yes, we know. Trust me, we know. But never fear, she's not actually eating anything raw. It's all cooked through and through. That will most definitely not be the case when Ellis is born.

My wife has been excellent at eating carefully during pregnancy. When we first found out, all those months ago, we trawled the internet and books to check what she could, and couldn't eat. Rare steak, sushi, mayonnaise, seafood sauce, paté, houmus. The list went on and on. Unfortunately for her, the majority of her favourite foods were right at the top of the 'do not eat' section, so for nine months, she's eaten things she sort of likes.

We've got a deal. The day Ellis is born I'm going to leave the hospital and return with a buffet of sushi (with raw fish), rare steak, paté, houmus, a McFlurry and a hundred other things she hasn't been able to eat. Something I think will be well deserved.

Until then, cooked fish is just going to have to do.

Kael