Living with The Angry Dinosaur – An Expectant Dad’s Guide to Survival
Weeks 1 – 12
So there I was minding my own business on a warm June evening, DIY SOS reducing me to tears and the smell of blackened sausages fresh in the air from a typical charcoaled british barbecue, when my beloved wife announces that she is “late.” Often I am thrilled when my wife announces she is “late” as it normally means one more pint, another hour of Football or indeed a chance to listen to MY music, but on this occasion I had the feeling she wasn’t talking about an event or indeed a promised estimated time of arrival. Indeed my gut feeling was right – before I could even utter another word we were on our way to Tesco’s (other supermarket chains were available). By now all sorts of questions were running through my head; Does IT actually work? Can we afford a baby? Is it even mine?! All of these questions (well bar the last one) would hinge on my good lady urinating on a tiny stick that could, and probably has been, mistaken for a toothbrush by many a drunken, bleary eyed, bloke…………that probably won’t be me anymore!
Story by the awesome and also ‘cool dad’ guest blogger, Rob Veale.
More installments to follow…
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