The downside (or maybe the upside) to having a brand new puppy is that it has made Mrs C (well maybe not Mrs C so much) and I forget that we’re having a baby in less than 3 weeks (or so).

Pretty much all of my attention has been on Bernard and trying to get him to settle into life with us. I even got the green light to skip the NCT class yesterday. Sadly, I still had to go to the pub lunch afterwards (the things you do for love hey?).

Yesterday evening Mrs C said to me: “I don’t remember if I’ve been kicked today”.

“Hhmm? By who?” I replied in slight confusion.

“By the baby. You’re supposed to remember these things so the Mid wife knows he still alive in there.” Mrs C told me.

“Baby. What Baby? Woo, look at Bernard now!”