A wave of responsibility has washed over me while waiting for the birth of our daughter. I have been six (thats right 6) days without a drop alcohol, apart from shandy, in order to be clear headed when the time comes. Its no big deal as alcohol has always been a WANT for me, not a NEED, but I am proud of myself nevertheless. (Funny how humans are able to be proud of even the smallest of things like not picking up a glass but there you go, thats humans for you.)
I am glad ive not felt the urge for a few tipples because when I indulge, there are no half measures and extreme drunkeness ensues and I dont want to be standing around a hospital maternity ward looking like death without its mask. Im enough drunk on excitement and anymore intoxication would be fatal. Im as giddy as a Weeble (1980s childrens toy) and bouncing from one hour to the next in the hope the next 60 minutes brings signs of Pickles' arrival.
The spiritual side of me is also believing that I am getting help from beyond the veil. *Cue Twilight Zone theme tune* There is no way I have gotten so responsible, so grown up, on my own in such a quick time.
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