I like gadgets as much as the next man, but I can feel the object of my obsession beginning to drift. Gone are the sessions cruising eBay for obscure tech toys or lusting after the latest thing-ummy. I now seem to be looking up things for Junior. On this path lies madness. There is a whole army of stores trying to part me from my cash, all of them telling me their product is a must-have for little Junior. How do you tell? They’re preying on my lack of subject knowledge. Perhaps by child number #2 (with luck, and a little fun) I’ll be better prepared to distinguish the crud fom the essential- but for now, cancel my eBay account and keep me away from the shops and internet! Having said that, I’ve found stores that sell wicked T-Shirts. So far, tshirthell.com seems to have the most extreme. I think I may have to buy the “daddy drinks because I cry”. http://www.tshirthell.com/babyhell.shtml I also liked one store selling “I love boobies” T-shirts- matching father and son sizes too!
1. when changing nappies, breath through your mouth.
2. Also, with nappies, keep your fingernails short.
3. It is apparently possible to live on very little sleep. 5 hours a night seems typical for a new parent.
4. I won’t know what has hit me. (This seems to be the most common advise, and usually told me with a smile.)
5. Apparently, baby poo comes in a variety of colours, from black to yellow, and it’s perfectly normal!
6. All babies look like a tiny Winston Churchill, except your own.
7. Baby first. Mum second. Dad last. This is the house pecking order to be. Accept it.
At a parenting class this week I learnt a weird fact. Apparently, it’s possible for men to breast-feed. I had no idea! The ‘breast-feeding’ specialist said that in one of her classes there was a fella determined to try it. Why? Each to their own I guess.
Anyway, for the overly curious, here’s the link to wikipedia on the subject! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Male_lactation
I’ve decided. I’m not going to try this. Let’s face it, men with breasts is a bad look!
In 8 weeks time, I’m going to be a dad, and Deirdie- my wife- will be a mum. This is the start of my journal of the days ahead. Somewhere to share the lessons I’ve learnt, and hopefully pick up tips from friends.
At very worse, this site may just end up being my Christmas message to the world because apparently, I’m going to be quite busy in the future, may be short on sleep and may not always feel like filling this in!
So, 8 weeks to go. Every piece of evidence I can gather definitely points to Deirdie being pregnant and not just putting on weight after all. So far we’ve had two ultrasound scans, meeting with a midwife and the antenatal classes. Deirdie looks pregnant, her belly is out, and occasionally we see kicks or even limbs moving under her skin.
Proof positive or alien?
The midwife tells us to expect Junior on the February 14th. I think there is some artistic interpretation here. I think any baby born in February is just given that due-date automatically, so that friends & relatives of new parents give an extra big “ooooh!” when they’re told.
Anyway, eight weeks and counting. Fatherhood awaits.