As D-Day (as my wife likes to call it, and as she will be the main protagonist I will let her do the naming) approaches, I am suddenly struck dumb by a range of fears of decisions that I may have to take over the next five years of my life which are going to directly impact on someone's life.
I was running the other day in between monsoon rain storms (cue: things I like to think about when I go running...) and I suddenly got stuck on the issue of circumcision: what if my wife wanted to have the baby boy circumcised (obviously I am against this)?
I panicked. First of all, we don't know the sex of the child, so this is going to have to be a quick decision made in a hospital in front of a lot of Thai health workers who I don't particularly want to share the discussion with. Thankfully the BBC then happened to post a very long article on the history and current trends of circumcision, so I discretely forwarded it to my wife. I also felt it helped that they referred to circumcision as "the ultimate parenting dilemma".
Her response was less discrete, along the lines of: why the f$!k (I exaggerate, my wife would never swear) are you sending me articles about circumcision?
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| Thank God I didn't marry a Nigerian (c) BBC |
Like I said, literally struck dumb. It turns out she has absolutely no preference either way and told me to calm down. There are still episodic bursts of fear that spring up, but with three weeks to go there seems little choice but to just "suck it up" and deal with it.
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