So…

Yesterday we heard the heartbeat of our yet to be borned kiddly widdly for the first time. A bit of goop on Kath’s belly, a fancy 1980s looking fawn plastic microphone, and for a brief moment, the room is filled with the rapid buddabuddabuddabudda of little one’s rapid heart.

And it was pretty amazing.

All the changes in Kath’s body are obvious, but that little heartbeat, pounding away in there, well, somehow the whole thing just got a bit more real.

All this stuff is going through my mind - what name, what school, how to approach the messy room problem, first talks about messy life stuff, will they hate the music i like, will they hate the rules I have to set, will they rebel, will they want to be like me, will they like me?

I think I’m beginning to realise being a parent isn’t easy. But I can’t wait.

Serge.