37 weeks, not long to go…

17 06 2015

Wifey is 37 weeks today.

“Bunky” is becoming more obvious with his movements.

We were at Whipsnade Zoo with JJ when I took this video (watch closely).

Crazy to think there is a little human in there that can’t wait to get out.

Well that moment might be slightly sooner than planned.

Subject to tests and consultations, Bunky could be with us any day now…


The 33 week old bottle of White Lightning…

21 05 2015

Wifey is now 33 weeks.

Not long to go.

A few people have commented on how good I am at remembering how far along Wifey is in the pregnancy.

But as with all things, there’s an app for that.

‘My pregnancy’ – provides lots of interesting insights.

In the latest description from the app it said:

Whereas before you could walk comfortably, now you may find yourself waddling.

I think Wifey started waddling a while back.

It’s obviously something that you cannot find funny.

But comparing a pregnant women to a duck?

Well that is kind of funny (behind closed doors and a million miles away from Wifey).

The app also tells you each week how big the baby is, comparing it to some random object.

At 33 weeks apparently he is the size of a pineapple.

One thing I never thought to do was get a bloke version of the app.

What do you think the bloke’s app compared my 33 week unborn child to?

Well unfortunately I did not want to pay $2.99 to find out, but this will probably give you a good indication of what to expect.


Perhaps our baby is the size of a bottle of White Lightning now.

Maybe he’ll mature into a bottle of Champagne by the time he pops out.

Ferocious kick to the head, but I’m ok…

2 04 2015

I knew it was coming.

I’d asked for it.

Typical me.

One of those “come and have a go if you think you’re hard enough” moments.

I was feeling brave and thought why not.

“So come on, kick me in the head if you can.”

And would you believe it, he did.

Cheeky so and so.

My unborn child has already started to abuse me.

But what a feeling.

Your guide to pregnancy…

10 11 2011

I’ve just finished “The bloke’s guide to pregnancy” by Jon Smith.

It’s written, surprise surprise, by a bloke, for blokes and is a very easy to read.

If you have no idea about pregnancy and don’t like the idea of reading the more technically and female orientated books (apart from have a quick look at the birth and breastfeeding pages out of *ahem* curiosity) it’s a great place to start.



1 09 2011

We have a 10 week scan later today to check on LP3’s progress which will hopefully give us a good amount of reassurance before we go on holiday.

This will be done privately rather than the NHS and I think is about £100.

My wife is not experiencing all the usual symptoms that pregnant women get at this stage of the pregnancy so it only naturally raises questions, hence the desire to keep tabs on what is going on.

I’m trying to remain positive about everything but there is always that little amount of worry that you cannot get rid of because my experience has been tainted twice already.

Every little bit of reassurance helps to dissolve that worry.

Hopefully the good news will continue…

LP1: the shooting star…

23 08 2011

So I’d stepped on the rollercoaster and was enjoying the ride.

My wife and I tracked our baby’s growth through an app that showed an illustration of what it looked like, likening its size to a foodstuff and generally talked about what was happening to the fetus.

At 6 weeks the baby was described as being the size of a little pea.

A baby nickname was born.

Little Pea.

The happiness was tangible as our excitement grew with every day.

We were down in Cornwall for a bank holiday visiting the in-laws having planned on announcing the news. LP was only 9 weeks at this point but we were too excited to keep it a secret from family.

My wife started feeling a bit tired and ill but we just thought that was the norm so it was fine. But then the pains started.

By Monday we were in A&E and to cut a long story short, we started to go through one of the most upsetting times of our lives.

They say the root cause of miscarriage is not really known, and that is so frustrating, especially when you try to apply logic to an incredibly emotional situation to explain what is going on.

We later learned that LP did not get past 5 weeks so didn’t grow to its namesake.

Shooting stars arrive with such brilliance and captivating awe but as fast they come, they go.

As Jim Morrison of ‘The Doors’ said:

I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps “Oh look at that!” Then- whoosh, and I’m gone…and they’ll never see anything like it ever again… and they won’t be able to forget me- ever.

LP1 was our shooting star.