Whilst randomly clicking the “next blog” button on the banner above this blog I kept coming across pages like this, basically a well laid out blog containing what I initially took as gobbledegook. I’ve only just realised that this is some cynical marketing type thing to raise a poker site’s standing on google. The tricksters!
Speaking of blogs, I really must thank Deb (of Toast Ambassador fame I’m presuming) for sticking the odd comment on my posts. It’s prompted me to update a couple of times now and I really do think that this will be a great way of recording Amy’s childhood - even if it is through horrendously love struck paternal tinted glasses.
I’ve recently been struck how easy it is to forget details that you assumed would be burned into your very fabric. On Friday night we discovered that Kerry is pregnant again. This was a bit of a surprise as, although we’ve been trying, we haven’t been trying particularly hard. Still it’s great news and we’re obviously very excited. For a while after we found out I was pretty cocksure - “ah we’ve done it once, we’ll be dab hands”. Then I suddenly realised that I’ve forgotten vast chunks of Amy’s babyhood, and I can only vaguely remember Kerry being pregnant at all (Say…. are you putting on weight?). OK so that’s a slight exaggeration, but on the whole practical side of looking after a baby I’m drawing a complete blank. I’m just hoping I’ll pick it up a lot quicker this time round.
Really you are supposed to not tell people that you’re expecting until you’re about three months gone, but I always think that if you are going to lose a baby it would be best to have the support of your friends and family. Plus we just got too excited. My job and various other things have made me more aware than most people of the tenacious link to life that kids have, but that’s not going to stop me celebrating each and every day that link remains intact.
Anyway, today is valentines day so I’m posting this picture of the two loves of my life. Here’s hoping that our little family gets just that little bit bigger.
Congratulations!
You’re in for a wild ride.
Please define, dab hands.
Thank you, Dan. Or should I refer to you as, Insanely Virile Studboy?
Ah, two nations separated by a common language.
Dab hands: Someone who is a veteran or expert - more through experience and practical knowledge than academia. I’m guessing it’s got its roots in some craft or other, but don’t quote me on that.