Here I am dog-sitting while my son and daughter in law are now in the delivery room waiting for the arrival of my first grandbaby!!
Not sure how I feel.
Hoping that she doesn't suffer.
Hoping all goes well.
Worried that he might faint.
Excited to know if it's a boy or girl.
Can't believe it's a real baby yet.
Would rather they had waited another year.
Worried how they'll cope in every way.
Worried how the dog will cope.
Worried cos I can't remember what to do with babies.
Worried cos I don't "do" babies, I prefer cats and dogs; if babies were furry it would be easier.
Everyone tells me the love will just kick right in.
Worried that I won't be allowed to cuddle the baby cos of Covid.
Wondering if the baby will grow up calling me Nanoo as I hope.
Hoping they don't give it some hideous embarrassing, pretentious name.
Wondering what else I can do to help them apart from just be there whenever they need me.
Hoping no genes from my ex-husbands side have filtered across.....especially the ginger ones if it's a boy. Don't mind if it's a girl, I love ginger hair on girls.
Hoping it doesn't inherit my fat genes.
Hoping my grandbaby helps save the world.
Wondering. Worrying, Hoping.....
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