Great day fishing, and a mate caught a 19lb pike ... and I spent most of the time thinking about the strange alien growing inside my wife. In a way I absolutely never expected, I am wondering about it all the time and want to be near her. Protective? What on earth will I be like with my own child?
During the scan, the sonographer (Oh Yes, me and pregancy jargon are now close mates) was pushing *very* hard, jabbing the scan doohickey so much that wifey was in some pain. I actually found myself about to intervene in a manly way: "Get orrff moi woife."
Strange. Most of the time I spend sitting at a desk, pumping a pencil not iron - and yet having a pregnant wife makes me an Alpha Male.
Testosterone, anyone?
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