Well finally it seems that I might get round to having a blog - I've told my wife the passwords and maybe, just maybe, I MIGHT REMEMBER them.
I'm 32, married to Helen, and have two dogs, Mitsie a chubby elderly dalmation with a penchant for fingers, and Pete, a nearly year old Retriever with a fondness for Pot Noodle pots and my Rugby socks!!! I've popped a picture of them here. Oh, and we're pregnant. HOPEFULLY I CAN KEEP THIS UP AND COMPLETE IT DAILY!!
So here we are, just 12 days away from Helen's due date and two become three or what ever the Spice girls song was. We're having a boy. Called Henry. I have the squeaky bum syndrome, which is to say that I am very excited, overwhelmed even; but at the same time I am seriously nervous about silly things like "when I pick him up, will he cry AT me" or "will he just take a general dislike to me"? All daft and silly but nonetheless it preys.
I've been trying lose weight in the kind of way that only I can - eating curry (Helen's pregnancy food) and fretting! I've started training a couple of times a week for the new Rugby season, and today embarked on two laps of Bucking ham park which I am reliably informed is 2 and a bit miles. My time today was 14 minutes, which I reckon I can improve upon - hopefully I'll be able to shift some pounds in the coming weeks.
This evening we're watching the clock tick whilst watching "Jack and Sarah" which in fairness isn't great at any time but at a time like this probably isn't ideal! Not much to report but I guess as I get the hang of it things will pick up!