Frank and Louise couldn’t decide whether to find out the sexes of their babies. Both were of the opinion that they had waited this long and come this far that it didn’t matter whether they were pink or blue. But still, Louise did window shopping in abundance. From the car seats to the cots, everything was discussed incessantly. But it was this incessant chatter, this incessant planning that riled Frank somewhat.
How could he ever admit this though? More importantly, how could he get his head around that odd feeling of resentment that he had towards Louise’s growing bump? He wanted his wife back. He wanted her to lavish attention on him, not on baby grows and sterilising equipment.
Frank wondered privately what was the point of planning when you had an EDD? As if to answer his silent question, Louise openly declared that planning was everything. After all, the Estimated Delivery Date was just an idea, just a scientific tool to measure clinical detail and growth. Really, the babies would come when they wanted to and it was best to be prepared, Louise declared.
And so Louise’s countdown continued to the weeks until the next scan, as they got closer and closer to meeting their bundles. Yet Louise’s growing bump was getting perilously close to pushing Frank further and further away…
This story follows on from my previous Friday Fiction offering “Miraculous” and you can read the next installment “The Time for What?” here. A mini saga seems to have naturally been created around parents-to-be Frank and Louise. That’s what I love about writing, just going with the flow and seeing where it takes you! This week’s piece is inspired by the ‘Footnotes’ quote:
“New discoveries in science and mathematics often consist of a synthesis between theories or concepts which have hitherto been regarded as unconnected.”Dr. Anthony Storr, 1920-2001. British psychiatrist