I took some pics of Meez this morning, and here are a select few.
For the full set head on over to Flickr.
The lady is looking gorgeous at the moment, innit!?
Sunday 23 March 2008
Tuesday 11 March 2008
More on the kicking story
Just to add to Marisa's post - It's true that I really did feel a kick. Two, in fact. Very distinct, and quite strong thuds. Kinda like you imagine Thumper thumping his great big paws when he's chatting to Bambi. Kinda cool. VERY cool actually!!!
And, it seems like the morning sickness is going away. 4 days apparently without any bowl-hugging. That makes my missus a happy missus.
And, it seems like the morning sickness is going away. 4 days apparently without any bowl-hugging. That makes my missus a happy missus.
Baby movements felt by daddy!!
Monday 10th March
Daddy felt baby move this evening!!!! Just a little bump, but he definitely felt it move twice!!!
Hehe! I am so happy that he got a chance to feel Jelly bean move!
Daddy felt baby move this evening!!!! Just a little bump, but he definitely felt it move twice!!!
Hehe! I am so happy that he got a chance to feel Jelly bean move!
Sunday 2 March 2008
Fair and balanced reporting
So, 17 weeks in, and in the interest of fair and balanced reporting, I thought it was high time Daddy-to-be checked in to clear a few things up.
I've been losing a lot of arguments lately. Unaccustomed as I am to being wrong, I have been most upset to discover that I am now wrong far more often than in the last 7 years of our relationship. Not even having wikipedia at my fingertips has helped reinforce my usually infallible sense of logic and reason. And I've been losing them despite Marisa being at an obvious disadvantage this week.
Next, my cooking skills have come into demand in the last week or two. Sadly for both of us, using the word "skill" in the same breath as "my cooking" is putting it far too strongly. Anyway, we've almost filled an entire sheet with loyalty stickers from our local Indian takeaway, which means a nice cheap meal the next time it's my turn to "cook".
Oh, on a positive note, my driving is as in demand as it always was - not at all. It's my fault of course. Even though I hardly ever speed up when approaching a corner anymore (I used to do this in the interest of scientific inquiry rather than an attempt to exploit the brilliant handling characteristics of my car). And I hardly ever start braking with only 5 meters to go. And I hardly ever pull off from the lights with a smoky clutch left behind me. Hardly ever.
Last week I was encouraged to start growing a belly of my own, as I was told that it's "simply not fair that I'm still so skinny". Fat chance, honey. This man is staying slim for as long as my aging frame will let me.
Anyway, it's obviously been an absolute joy so far. I have the most wonderful wife who hasn't been ratty or moody or too tired for me once. She's been the best. Bless her.
Love you honey!
Only ...
23 ...
weeks ...
to ...
go.
I've been losing a lot of arguments lately. Unaccustomed as I am to being wrong, I have been most upset to discover that I am now wrong far more often than in the last 7 years of our relationship. Not even having wikipedia at my fingertips has helped reinforce my usually infallible sense of logic and reason. And I've been losing them despite Marisa being at an obvious disadvantage this week.
Next, my cooking skills have come into demand in the last week or two. Sadly for both of us, using the word "skill" in the same breath as "my cooking" is putting it far too strongly. Anyway, we've almost filled an entire sheet with loyalty stickers from our local Indian takeaway, which means a nice cheap meal the next time it's my turn to "cook".
Oh, on a positive note, my driving is as in demand as it always was - not at all. It's my fault of course. Even though I hardly ever speed up when approaching a corner anymore (I used to do this in the interest of scientific inquiry rather than an attempt to exploit the brilliant handling characteristics of my car). And I hardly ever start braking with only 5 meters to go. And I hardly ever pull off from the lights with a smoky clutch left behind me. Hardly ever.
Last week I was encouraged to start growing a belly of my own, as I was told that it's "simply not fair that I'm still so skinny". Fat chance, honey. This man is staying slim for as long as my aging frame will let me.
Anyway, it's obviously been an absolute joy so far. I have the most wonderful wife who hasn't been ratty or moody or too tired for me once. She's been the best. Bless her.
Love you honey!
Only ...
23 ...
weeks ...
to ...
go.
1 + 1 = 3
Saturday 1 March 2008
17 weeks
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