I Am That Dad

So for months I kept peering at other parents choices of pushchair wherever I happened to be. I knew how expensive they were and judged the parents accordingly. What had I become?!?! More than a few times I looked up to see concerned looks in the eyes of a parent. Crap. Of course this looks bad. I'm a middle aged man, standing alone in the supermarket queue, staring at your child. "Except I'm not!" I want to scream at them. "I'm merely curious as to why you spent £1,875 on what was clearly a rubbish pushchair! Did you not do your due diligence and research this properly? What kind of a parent are you?!?!?" Of course I don't say that, instead I avert my eyes and pretend I was looking elsewhere, which of course only adds to the creepy, pervy appearance. A few months later and Noah is now occupying his pushchair, a pushchair we think is just perfect for our needs and what's more, didn't break the bank. Here we are, back in a baby shop for so...

I was going to try and catch up with everything I have missed, but as I am sure is often the case with new parents, things have run away from me. So rather than write nothing at all, I will begin now and hopefully fill in the gaps as we go. So it will be no surprise to learn that our baby has been born, in fact it was two months ago now and although they have been a hard adjustment in lots of ways, it also seems like its the way it's supposed to be, like it's always been. I hope this means we are doing something right. I keep meeting new dads or dads to be and one of the things we all seem to be able to get our teeth into is tech, baby tech to be precise. This is something we relate to, something we can be offer true advice on and research every detail of what is good and what isn't. It makes us feel useful in amongst the breast feeding lessons and how to cope with labour pain advice that as a couple we are inundated with. This is solid, familiar ground, sure the gadge...

So the baby still hasn't turned and we have three weeks to go before d-day. Nikala is very keen to have the baby naturally, but with a breech baby the NHS rarely let you so it would be a c-section, the prospect of which is understandably scaring Nikala a little. The doctors have suggested to Nikala that we go and have an ECV - endo cephalic version - (thats an external, manual manipulation of the baby to try and get it to turn into position to you and I), but apparently even then there is only a 50% chance of it working. Today was the day and we were both pretty nervous as we had learned that it can be pretty "uncomfortable", which if the internet is to be believed means bloody painful! Arriving at the hospital we are shown to a labour room. Apparently they are really busy and so we cant go to the maternity ward. Fortunately the labour room is quite comfortable and hopefully we  wouldn't  be here long anyway. Fortune however, was not smiling upon us and after sever...

I had been looking forward to a bit of a lay in on Sunday morning, in fact it was safe to say I felt I deserved one; not for any particular reason other than I was tired and had been at work all week. This is a feat of daring do that I feel deserves more recognition then it receives as I have convinced myself that I am the only person in the worlds that truly hates my job. I am sure there are people that think they don't like their jobs, but I don't truly think they know how much I hate mine and clearly, i hate it more than anyone else and that's that. Of course I realise this is the ranting of a million disgruntled employees, but surely that was their own fault, after all we were all told at school by our teachers and at home by our parents that it was there for the taking, that anything we wanted to do was there for us to take, with a little bit of hard work we would be destined for greatness. What a load of old bollocks. Yes that's it, I have decided. I...