So normally at this time of the week, I usually publish a blog post droning on about how far gone the pregnancy has gone and how we are playing a waiting game ect ect and that my child is the size of some exotic fruit only found in the southern west region of Zimbabwe.
Well my dear reader (As I assume I may only have one...and that’s you!) The waiting game is over!!
As I tried to gain my nightly dose of the ugly medicine of some well earned beauty sleep, my wife woke me to tell me she may have wee’d herself.
This turned out to be a LIE!!!
It’s was a lie because, what had actually happened that for reasons only known to Mother Nature, it was 04:30 in the morning when Christine’s water broke.
What followed was a day filled with a relaxed car journey, more swaying than a pirate ship, a white middle aged midwife and her black cousin (I didn’t ask), but it ended with the delivery of our beautiful son.
Weighing in at a steady 5lb 14oz at exactly 35 weeks early he arrived at 20:27 on the 17/7/11.
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages, please welcome into this crazy work of ours; Benjamin George Ackroyd.
Now they say any bad news should be delivered in a ‘Bad news sandwich’, where you surround the bad news with good news so it doesn’t sound so bad....well
GOOD News: I will no longer bore you with my weekly updates on the progress of pregnancy.
BAD News: I will no doubt bore you with stories of how my little boy has just farted in a G Minor.
GOOD News: That won’t be right now, because I’m beat.
Later on in the week, I will update you all on the gory details with my very own birth story, but if you have any questions in the meantime use the contact me page or find me on twitter @_firsttimedaddy
Last night I truly went to bed a father_2_be and now I am defiantly a _firsttimedaddy.
Thanks for all your support up to this point.