Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, oh crap

We're having a baby. No really, we're actually having a baby! I know that SWMBO has been pregnant for the past 36 and a bit weeks, but you don't understand, we're having a bloody baby! Our whole world is about to be turned upside down by a screaming, pooing, crying, vomiting  bundle of love. I should probably start at the beginning...
SWMBO and I went to her latest obstetrician appointment on Monday (to show how great a husband I am, you should know that I haven't missed one of them) and had slightly high blood pressure. Well, it was slightly high two weeks before and now it was slightly higher again, so as well has having to swab herself 'down there' she had to pee in a cup - as a side note, I have no idea how women do it, I fail miserably at getting anything into a cup so you all have my undying respect.

Anyway, her wee had protein in it. For the uninitiated among you protein in wee is a bad thing, but particularly so if you're pregnant. The high blood pressure and 'proteiny' wee meant that SWMBO was likely to have pre-eclampsia which basically means that the placenta isn't doing all that it should and that more than likely bubs needs to come out for its own good (and for that of SWMBO).

So anyway, we're lucky enough to have an obstetrician that's calm and gives good advice but leaves the decision making up to us, except when SWMBO needs to go off to have blood taken (she hates this), have bubs monitored (that's going to be fun during labour) and get two steroid injections to give bubs' lungs a bit of a boost as they'll be coming out early, ready or not. SWMBO didn't get much sleep last night and I would say that I didn't but I don't tend to snore when I'm awake...

We presumed that everything was OK and that we'd have at least a week to prepare ourselves (including packing SWMBO's labour bag) as the obstetrician didn't call us to tell SWMBO that the sh!t had hit the fan. Unfortunately when we got into the obstetrician's office she asked us what we were doing tonight. For once I managed to keep my mouth shut (as it happens we're having a shepherd's pie in case you're interested)as SWMBO burst into tears (now it's my turn for something to hate).

We asked if we could wait a week to get used to the idea that our world was about to be turned upside down and to her credit, the obstetrician didn't say no she just suggested that it wouldn't be the best idea and she would be very concerned about bubs, so SWMBO and I went off for a chat to decide what she would do. Obviously being the blokey bloke that I am I had to rush off to the loo to avoid crapping my pants at the thought that I was going to be a dad in the next few days.

So anyway, after much discussion and lots of carrot cake it was decided - if the obstetrician was happy with the idea, SWMBO would be getting induced tomorrow night and we'd be parents by the weekend. SWMBO isn't ready to not be pregnant and I don't know that I'm ready to be a dad yet. What could possibly go wrong?