Crikey!

Crikey indeed, I’m gonna be a daddy. In six more short months, I’ll be the proud parent of one (definitely only one - we’ve checked) little boy or girl mini-me
How cool is that? Nervous? Yeah. Well, no. And excited. Yeah. Except when I’m nervous. Crikey.

Ideas for names in the comments please, if only in an effort to stop me from registering ‘namemybaby.com’, (”Daddy, why are you such a geek?”)

So anyway, that’s why I haven’t been blogging lately. It’s been top-secret up until this stage you see and frankly nothing else was worth blogging about in comparison. It’s very difficult to blog about the weather when all you really want to write is ‘holy fuck, I’m gonna be someone’s dad’.

So here’s a summary of the past wee while.

Sold the car, bought a much bigger one. We’ve gone from a VW Polo to a Citroen Picasso. I can recommend the Picasso, it’s a lovely thing.

We’ve finally decided to re-home the dog. This is very upsetting. The training is not going well, (Apparently the smart dogs are harder to train, and she’s a smart dog). In reaction to the new car with dog-cage in the back she chewed off one of the seatbelts when there was only fifty miles on the clock. This earned her no points.

A neurotic dog and a baby would not be a wise combination.

Hmm. I’m sure there was more backlog-blogging to do, but it’ll come to me later. For now… breakfast.

Add comment July 29th, 2004