Say ‘Hello’ to Snowy.
This is probably the main reason I haven't been blogging much for the past year. And probably the main reason why I have started again. This is Snowy.
That’s right. I’m going to be a father. Some of you will know that a little over a year ago, Tricky and I decided it was time we started a family, before we got too wrinkly. And so, after months of trying, we were on a skiing holiday in the Dolomoites in Italy when Tricky decided to test. This after drinking much alcohol, eating much salami and cheese, skiing some pretty difficult runs (Tricky turned out to be a natural skier) and frequently ending up face-down in the snow (generally doing all the things you’re not supposed to do whilst pregnant.) And there it was, the thin blue line.
After the initial shock (we weren’t expecting it this month), much swearing, jumping about, carrying on and a few tears of joy, and realising the surreal situation (in the mountains in Italy, snowing outside) we decided to nickname this tiny speck of life Snowy. Quite appropriate really. And now Snowy is a robust and rapidly growing 15 week old little ball of life, approximately the size of a pear from head to bum and weighing about as much as a kiwi fruit.
We like fruit comparisons because I gave Tricky a domain name and web space for her birthday last year, near the beginning of the journey and pears feature prominently. Visit her at Up the Duff to see what I mean. And while you’re there, check out the thriving community she has developed there. Some in depth discussions of female bodily fluids - you’ve been warned!
I intend posting a lot about the next 26 weeks and beyond. Not only about Tricky’s pregnancy but more about life in general. I can’t believe I have done this so irregularly since we have been living over here, but now I remember how much I enjoyed doing it while we were travelling and how much fodder I have to do it now.
Stay tuned.