Well it’s a week on and I still get the shakes when I see a pram. Got a text last night that my best friends wife’s water has broke. It is officially now raining babies. Everywhere I turn there is someone pregnant and it’s getting more and more frequent that I know the person. I am offically alledgedlly grown up (And so is Dib! Happy Brthday). Well on top of the iminant birth of my friends kid, I’ve read The Blokes guide to Pregnancy and suddenlly it’s dawned on me that
a) At some point a birth is going to happen, it’s going to be scary and painfull and that’s just for me never mind the mum to be!
b) After said birth a baby will appear and I’ll have to look after it.
c) Baby will soon turn into a little person with a personality, hopefully they’ll like me
d) Baby will eventually turn 16 and start having sex with a hairy biker called Geoff, what the hell do I do then! (For the purpose of this post I’m assuming I’m either having a girl or a very camp boy with an affinity to either bikers or men named Geoff).
I have to say the book is cheap, short, a good read and will earn you those ever so valuable brownie points, to Amazon with you! It’s a nice mix of banter and facts, sometimes a little too blokey for my liking and with the amount of times it lurches between blokey blokey football football and give your wife a foot rub, I’m very suspicious of this Jon Smith, he could well be a woman on a crusade to gently get men to treat their wives better. In all seriousness it does a very good job of simply explaining some complicated procedures and jargon, which my wife had no idea about it. (That’s where those brownie points I was telling you about start hitting home).