This picture was taken at Glasgow’s Royal Infirmary this morning, and it’s the first of what I suspect will be very, very many baby pictures. We’ve just had our twelve-week scan, Mrs Bigmouth is positively radiant and little baby bigmouth is, we’re told, doing very well indeed. So come 6th October or thereabouts, I’m going to be a dad.
I am, of course, delighted. And terrified.
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It’s a submarine!
You’ve made my colleague here nostalgic. Nostalgic for the time, some 2 weeks ago, when he was able to have a full nights sleep.
Blimey! That’s a bit exciting, isn’t it!
Congratulations!
Fantastic.
Congrats Gary. Exciting stuff…!
That’s really great, very happy for you both.
Thanks, everyone. As you’d expect, I’ve decided to be a caring, sharing, new man kinda husband as we wait for the new arrival – so if liz is going to be eating for two, I’m going to be drinking for two. Or three!
… and now the fun begins! My sincere congratulations!
Congrats! Yeah, do the eating, drinking, sleeping stuff as much as poss over the next few months. Not talking from experience or anything, just sounds like a good idea.
Congratulations :)
As ever, Tony, sage advice.
We were at a wedding on Saturday, and Mrs Bigmouth was talking to a friend who’s had children. Mrs B mentioned that I was quite superbly pissed (in my defence I was knackered, hadn’t had much sleep the night before and was suffering from a bad case of the Magic Refilling Champagne Flute, the Magic Refilling Wine Glass and the Magic Refilling Pint of Kronenbourg) and her friend said, “it was the same with my husband too! I think it’s the whole approaching responsibility thing, there’s all this responsibility looming so they get more drunk than usual.”
Mrs Bigmouth looked over at me. “No,” she said to her friend. “He’s just a pisshead.” I think she said it affectionately.
On that note, some sage advice for anyone whose partner has stopped drinking and who is therefore vividly aware of how pissed you’re getting: make sure that while he or she has the car keys, you have the house keys. That way you can be sure you’ll still get a lift home. Unless your partner’s a pickpocket, of course.
That’s such a Mrs B thing to say.
Excellent news. Having two ankle biters myself – I would suggest getting verr verr drunk as much as possible before he/she pops out. And then getting twice as drunk once it does. hic!
I’ll certainly be getting drunk in sympathy. ;-D
Congratulations, and good luck with being a father :)
Cheers everyone.