Well, the closer we get to the scan, the more and more I start accepting the fact that I'm going to be a faaavaaah! Not that I've not accepted the pregnancy, its just that I have yet to come to terms that I'm actually going to be a faavaah, something I thought I was not ready for, as I absolutely hate kids, well other people's kids!
She does not have a tummy yet, so for me to feel like a faavaah I have to actually see a tummy, then I'll feel parental! we already have names, if it s a boy he will be called Rambo, the master of the universe, no - actually he'll be called Rio. If it were to be a girl, she will be called Giuli! Both our families absolutely hate the names, but hey, we like it, that's all that matters.
We have bought some little clothes and stuff, still have to buy the pram/stroller and cot or the baby's bed and some other things. This has led my incredible brain to think way back, way way way back, back into time. How did the people of the early ages manage to raise kids? She pulled a list of things off the internet that Rio would need, I'm telling you, its 4 pages long! I'm sure my mom didn't raise me on 75% of that stuff we supposedly need.
All I know is that Rio needs nappies, a booby wit milk in it, a loving, stern faavaah, play time, food, girls and then his first Alfa and then Varsity! How difficult can it be?
I didn't tell my wifey as I don't want to sound like a softy, but I actually can't wait for my son to come...damn, the times well have together...
OS over and out - our first scan happens today, and she's stressed, I'm not, I can already see a small version of myself flexing his muscles on that 2D scan in a couple months time!