Showing posts with label football. Show all posts
Showing posts with label football. Show all posts
Monday, February 05, 2007
Football baby
The Toblet (snappy name, huh?) is due on 8 July - no chance of being a footballer, then: http://www.accessmylibrary.com/coms2/summary_0286-6754773_ITM
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Almost half time
It has just struck us that at 18 weeks (today), we're almost at half time. The next scan is just around the corner, and we might soon be able to feel the kicks inside!
For me, it's all a bit unreal. I'm used to Priti being pregnant, she's getting bigger, sexier and more womanly by the minute - and suddenly KLANG! The result of this will be a baby!
The realisation has hit home in part because we have had Asha, Andy and Maya staying for the weekend, and it all becomes very real. The schedule is set by eating and sleeping, and in between we squeeze in what we want to do. Not that it is particularly arduous; Maya is an easy baby. The difference is, it's relentless.
I have absolutely no doubt that this is right for us. We both want children. I do have worries about being an Old Dad, that's all.
Almost half time. No turning back.
For me, it's all a bit unreal. I'm used to Priti being pregnant, she's getting bigger, sexier and more womanly by the minute - and suddenly KLANG! The result of this will be a baby!
The realisation has hit home in part because we have had Asha, Andy and Maya staying for the weekend, and it all becomes very real. The schedule is set by eating and sleeping, and in between we squeeze in what we want to do. Not that it is particularly arduous; Maya is an easy baby. The difference is, it's relentless.
I have absolutely no doubt that this is right for us. We both want children. I do have worries about being an Old Dad, that's all.
Almost half time. No turning back.
PS: The picture is Gina Ford, though not all of her...
Thursday, January 18, 2007
blind panic and desperate tiredness.com
A mate, Tom, who is four months ahead of me (his daughter Katya Grace was born on 14 September), wrote:
"I did have a look at it [this blog] when you first mentioned it. I think I was the mint choc chip ice cream day. I think it is more of an expurgation than catharsis - an intellectual form of shouting it out of the window, telling your parents or blabbering to your mates after too many pints.
However a very useful and admirable device. I must say that I could do with some form of regular unloading called 'God I have got a lot on, it's really exciting but I alternate between blind panic and desperate tiredness.com.' I think it is called being alive, a by product of taking on responsibility but it does flag up the lack of support structures in our world for the average bloke who doesn't have mates or family nearby, doesn't play football or support West Ham - or is obsessed about fishing.
So, houses, wives, babies, businesses, ageing parents, occasionally difficult siblings, employees, accountants, middle aged spread and being ginger! Let's acknowledge ourselves for what fine fellows we are and commend ourselves for taking everything that Landmark had to offer and using to produce the most amazing lives possible.
Cheers - and I will read your blog regularly but only if I get a mention once a month. This could be the Bridget Jones of blokes!!!"
Thank you Tom. Does this count as your mention?
"I did have a look at it [this blog] when you first mentioned it. I think I was the mint choc chip ice cream day. I think it is more of an expurgation than catharsis - an intellectual form of shouting it out of the window, telling your parents or blabbering to your mates after too many pints.
However a very useful and admirable device. I must say that I could do with some form of regular unloading called 'God I have got a lot on, it's really exciting but I alternate between blind panic and desperate tiredness.com.' I think it is called being alive, a by product of taking on responsibility but it does flag up the lack of support structures in our world for the average bloke who doesn't have mates or family nearby, doesn't play football or support West Ham - or is obsessed about fishing.
So, houses, wives, babies, businesses, ageing parents, occasionally difficult siblings, employees, accountants, middle aged spread and being ginger! Let's acknowledge ourselves for what fine fellows we are and commend ourselves for taking everything that Landmark had to offer and using to produce the most amazing lives possible.
Cheers - and I will read your blog regularly but only if I get a mention once a month. This could be the Bridget Jones of blokes!!!"
Thank you Tom. Does this count as your mention?
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