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.