I’ve been quite lucky with the amount of support I’ve had since I let people know Mrs C is pregnant. Quite a few of my work colleagues are about the same age as me, with wives and kids. They’ve been there and experienced what I’m experiencing for the first time; it’s very reassuring to know that they pretty much felt the same as I have done over the past few weeks. But I find they tend to drift between passing on rose tinted stories and mildly patronising advice.

So I’m very lucky that of one of my work mates/cycling buddies is also expecting a baby (a few weeks behind Mrs C and me). I’ve really got an ear to bend with my stories and someone (other than Mrs C, obviously) to share this with. We exchange “Oh tell me about it!”s and “I had that very same conversation only yesterday”s and I can’t begin to say how much better it makes me feel to know that he is going through the same as me. He never says “20 Week scan, well soon you’ll be *insert experience*”; every response is 100% genuine, heart-on-the-sleeve, “this is really happening” stuff. I’m going to say it again, I’m very lucky.

Despite supporting each other he still wont tell me the names they’ve thought of for their baby in case we steal them. And I’ve given him “Tombola”! I’m a fool…

Back in real life, I also take comfort in reading the blogs of other parents and expectant parents out there on t’internet. Maybe this pregnancy thing has made me go a little soft (in a good way) but I’m particularly like this one. It makes me want to be a father even more than I do right now.