*Fanfare, trumpets, etc*
Today’s the day! ‘Goodbye, Pert Breasts: The Diary of a Newborn Dad’ is now officially released! I would smash a bottle of champagne against the side of my laptop like […]
Category Archives: parenting
Week Thirty Four: If you ask me that question one more time…
“So how long have you got left?” “Are you sure there’s not two in there? They hide behind each other on scans, you know.” (Upon hearing the response to the […]
Week Thirty Three: I’ll fetch the oil
Jess had a midwife appointment this week, in which – after much very painful looking pinching and groping – the midwife told her that our baby had got his act […]
Week Thirty Two: “He just slipped out…honest.”
This week we attended an antenatal home birth class down at some Quaker centre in the local town. Jess had concerns about being the largest pregnant woman there, and rightly […]
Week Thirty One: Break out the earplugs, it’s going to get loud
I made the mistake the other day of watching a television programme in which they showed childbirth, and now I’m freaking out. Well – I’m quite a laid back person, […]
Week Thirty: Government money = Xbox
“Thirty two weeks today,” beams Jess, her cheeks flushed after a particularly exerting trip up the stairs. “We’re getting close.” I feel bad, like you do when you’re about to […]
Week Twenty Nine: All she needs now are the tiny little arms
You know when you’re sat on the loo after a particularly challenging steak the night before, and you know it’s going to be a big one, yet you also know […]
Week Twenty Eight: I admit it…being a woman must stink
I have a wisdom tooth growing through and the pressure on my gum is causing untold pain. “You have no idea how much pain I’m in.” I mutter glumly, nursing […]
Week Twenty Seven: Iron in, as opposed to ironing…
I know I’m not the one giving birth, but I still regard the impending due date with a bit of anxiety and (dare I say it) fear. Sure, it’ll be […]
Week Twenty Six: “Which circles are clearer, the green or the red…?”
Jess is sat on the settee watching TV, and I’m beavering away on the computer, just waiting for the moment when I am asked to haul her to her feet […]
