Last week, Kate and I went for the 20 week scan. For some reason, we were both really nervous about it. Odd as it’s the third time and I don’t recall either of us fretting so much on either of the previous occasions. Happily, everything seems to be going well and, unless the baby has a really good party trick, it’s a girl. She was quite camera shy – hence the rather rubbish scan picture – but, without putting too fine a point on it… well, there wasn’t a point on it. So to speak.
We’re both really excited – as we would be about a boy too; the fact that everything is normal is the most important factor, of course – as it’s going to be a completely new experience for us. It blows my sod’s law theory out of the water, that’s for sure! I’m reliably informed by friends who have children of both genders that they’re massively different, so a steep learning curve awaits.
The other exciting news is that we already have a name. To be honest, we’ve had it in mind for well over five years! It’s the one that we’ve both agreed on since day one – both in full and diminutive forms – but obviously haven’t had the chance to use it. So glad we didn’t waste it on the cat! It’s the only respect in which we’re organised or, indeed, prepared for the arrival of a girl. And, no, I’m not saying what the name is!
Speaking about pregnancy, I’m going to be doing just that at Mumsnet Bumpfest in September. I’ll be part of a panel aimed at helping dads-to-be with what to expect. I’m really chuffed to have been asked to take part and I think it’s great that dads’ roles are being acknowledged. I’d love to see as plenty of expectant fathers in the audience so if, like me, you’ve got a little one on the way, I hope to see you there.