nippers

Driving back along a familiar road today I finally had time to stop and have a cheeky browse in a shop that has been tempting me for some weeks now.

The shop is called nippers and is dedicated to all things little people. The ladies running the place were really nice and helpful and I left a whole lot wiser and with a bag full of catalogues and brochures.

Have to say too that the hydraulics on the Quinny Speedi and Buzz Travel Systems are sweeeeeeeet, as the entire base assembly unfolds automatically at the flick of a switch (and with a satisfying shhhhhhht). Apparently a hit with all the blokes that go into the shop for some reason.

tight fit

Had one of those this is all a bit real moments yesterday. I ironed a shirt for K and went off to work.

When I got home the shirt was stil hanging where I had left it for her. Turns out that the bump has now grown sufficiently that fitted shirts are becoming a problem to actually do up.

Our little person is already having an impact and it's not even with us yet. All very exciting.

week 12 - beanie baby

We had our 12 week scan last week and I am delighted to say that we have a little person cooking in K's oven.

I always said that K was brilliant at baking and she is now truly cooking on gas, which is great.

The scanner lady (no throbbing veins in her temples I am pleased to say) checked out our bean from every which angle and it seems that baby has a good strong heart beat, is growing well and has everything where it should be.

Weird thing was that when we first saw baby it was kicking back relaxing with legs crossed and arms behind the head.

Two minutes later it was busting some moves Night Fever style . Legs and arms everywhere - and K's not had a drop to drink in months...

Boy or girl it looks like we've passed on some bad-ass disco moves to our offspring.

Next step is strapping the i-Pod and headphones to K's bump and giving it big licks with the 80's cheesy disco classics me thinks...

And so the journey begins...

I returned from a Stag weekend in Edinburgh back at the beginning February this year, and slumped into bed ready for a good 12 hour sleep to recover from the excesses of the weekend.

At this point K, my wife, slipped beneath the sheets and into bed.

Having abstained for 2 days and seeing the vision before me, the clichéd "Well hellooo Mrs R" (think retro-űber-oily-Leslie-Phillips) phrase left my lips.

At this point she looked deeply into my eyes and said "Well, we can, but there is no biological need right now.......because you're going to be a daddy!"

Delighted as I was (and still am) I apparently froze and the blood drained from my face.

Not long after that, in true me-style, the emotions took over and one or two tiny weeny tears leaked from my eyes...