Chapter 11-Baby madness and wedding plans
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Some religious views expressed in this chapter are not my own.
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Laura xxxx
The next day...
'Gerry! Why are you waking me up at seven on a Sunday?! It's far too early!' I whinge. Gerry's opening the curtains; sun is streaming into my eyes. "We agreed that we'd hit the town centre today and look at baby stuff!" Gerry replies, giving me puppy dog eyes. 'Yes, but not this early! Come back to bed!' I order. Gerry obliges. "I'm sorry, you and little one need your beauty sleep" he says, kissing me. 'You're right. I want to discuss something with you before I forget. Our wedding.' I reply.
Gerry smiles. "Okay! I thought you were going to take that photo off Facebook" he jokes. 'Not a chance. When are we actually going to have the big day?' I reply. "How about July? It's your birthday month and you love the Summer time" Gerry replies. 'Yeah... Organising a wedding is going to be a big job...' I answer. "You'd better start now then! Where are we going to get married?" Gerry asks. 'Well, I don't want to be married in a registry office, I'd like to marry you in church' I reply. Gerry looks astonished. "What's wrong with a registry office? And, we aren't religious so why do you want to get married in church?" he asks. 'I used to go to church with my mum was I was small, it does mean something; I do believe in another, like, Godly existence, sort of.' I ponder. "Sandra, stop getting all deep at this time of the morning! I agree with you, though" replies Gerry. I kiss him. 'You know me, hidden depths!' I smile. "Hmm, like when I persuaded you to sing at the Met Police Ball" Gerry grins. 'Bullied, more like!' I reply. "Oh, go on! You loved it!" Gerry smiles. 'I did, but don't ever ask me to do it again! I had stage fright!' I reply. "What, you?" Gerry asks, surprised. 'I was slightly scared, yes!' I admit. "I thought you weren't scared of anything!" Gerry looks confused. 'The three things I'm scared of are spiders, public speaking and if our little one is going to be okay or not' I say. Gerry squeezed my hand. "Sandra, our little one will be fine, stop panicking, if the doctor says they are ok then they are ok, yeah?" he assures me. I kiss him, grateful for his reassurance.
A couple of hours later...
'Gerry! Come and look at these! They are really cute! We have to buy one or two!' I drag him towards a shelf full of baby toys. "Yes, Sandra, I agree, they are cute, but we'll look at them later, I remember when Jayne was pregnant with Caitlin, we spent too much time looking at cute baby stuff, a week before Caitlin was born we realized we hadn't bought anything practical and we had to go on a mad dash all around the shops!" Gerry replies. 'Okay, but we are definitely buying this!' I say, holding up a small toy giraffe. Gerry places it in the trolley. "Right. First item chosen! Let's go and look at the cots" he walks in the direction of the lift, which takes us to the cots and bedding department.
We've picked up at least ten free leaflets around the bought some baby grows, a hospital bag, and we're now deciding on a cot. 'I like the design on this one' I point out a cot with rounded edges. "Yeah, I agree. I think it's the best out of all the ones we've seen" Gerry replies. 'Okay, let's order it!' I smile. I'm getting really excited now, it's only a few weeks until we find out if we're having a son or daughter. Mum warned me that parenthood isn't all it's cracked up to be, but I know that Gerry and I will come through it, perhaps with a few mistakes, arguments, and the odd tear now and again!
