Wednesday 13th has come and gone and I’m still not a Daddy.
There’s something annoying about that and I’m not sure what it is. Part of it is wanting to see the face of the person I’ve been prodding and poking and part of it is wanting to see the person who’s been kicking my darling wife all these months.
The other morning I was woken by a mighty kick and moving my hand around on Lez’ tummy I felt what was definitely a foot – I could even tell the difference between the ball and the heel.
Life, of course, will be turned upside down.
ClubMac are arranging a tour of the Apple plant in Cork and we do want to go – but I’m not sure that bringing a 1 month old child to a factory is entirely appropriate yet Lesley would be gutted at not being able to go. We really enjoyed ourselves the last time we went – ESPECIALLY the lovely B&Bs in Cork. The breakfasts have to be experienced to be believed. But – again – we’re not sure if we can go.
So manu things will change and I guess we’ll change with them. I’m looking forward to it. My parents are very excited. I’m sorta freaked that they’re so keen on the idea of being grandparents. Anyway. Time enough.