fore•bod•ing |fôrˈbōdi NG| |fɔrˈboʊdɪŋ| |fɔːˈbəʊdɪŋ|
apprehension, anxiety, trepidation, disquiet, unease, uneasiness, misgiving, suspicion, worry, fear, fearfulness, dread, alarm.
equivalent to the product of two and two
Ever since I first created a blog a couple of years ago, I’ve been trying to think of something worth writing about that would be of interest to anyone other than (or possibly even including) myself.
Last Thursday, 14 August 2008, I received perhaps the most shocking news of my life: my wife is pregnant with twins. Nothing especially out of the ordinary there, I grant you. But the trouble is, we already have two wonderful sons, and we were just starting to get our lives back after almost five years of bringing up babies. The fact that in five or six months time, we will be the parents of four children under the age of six fills me with dread, trepidation, panic, and perhaps just a small tinge of excitement.
The past week has been a blur of emotion. It’s now day six and I’ve just started to regain the ability to gather my thoughts in a semi-rational manner. There I was earlier this evening, sitting in a traffic jam on the North Circular, pondering on loft conversions, MPVs and double buggies, and then it dawned on me. At last, I have something worth blogging about.
So welcome to Fourboding, a blog about what it’s like for somebody who never in his life imagined he would have more than two children, to suddenly find out he’s about to be the father of four.
Over the coming months I hope to document the emotional rollercoaster of a twin pregnancy from a husband’s perspective, and keep a record of the myriad challenges we face in trying to prepare for the arrival of two new members of our family. If all goes well and I’m still alive, I also hope this blog will follow the first few weeks, months or even years of their lives, as we learn how to cope with our panoply of children, and they with us.