Oh, youth....

The missus is looking proper pregnant now, more than four months in. We've done the scouting for nursery furniture, baby buggies etc. but not bought anything yet due to severe superstition.

Two events, one just passed and one coming up, are going to add some closure to our youth for sure. The first was a trip to see the new movie about Glastonbury. Hard to see how the director could have captured the essence of that festival any better - it was brilliant. Glasto was where we met so has a special place in our hearts, although we'd decided to 'retire' even before the imminent sprog became an issue.

That, plus hormones, was perhaps why the missus blubbed like a baby throughout most of it. It was tears for her youth, for our youth (we were 'only' 30 when we met) and for times now gone. There was also an element of fear for the future too - something I'm well familiar with.

Now we're preparing for our last 'proper' holiday as just the two of us, also a watershed moment. And where better than Las Vegas to mark this particular rite of passage. It's an incredible, crazy fantasy land, inspiration for my favourite book (Fear and Loathing...) and something of a historial obsession for me in recent years.

When that's done, we'll be seriously knuckling down to preparations, including the NCT courses and all that jazz.

In two weeks time we also get to find out the gender of the nipper....gulp!

April in Paris...

...as the old master Sinatra once sang. We're off for a night in the city of love this weekend, part of a farewell tour of places we like to go that will hopefully be complete come September, when it's Center Parcs or bust from there on in.

Latest medical bulletin is good, although the doc did point out that the sprog is quite 'large' - this will come as no surprise to anyone who knows me...

Apparently its size is going to be closely monitored in the coming months and if it gets too big it will be induced early, so spare the missus from undue punishment. Guess this means it might be a boy, although there's always the possibility of a strapping lass I suppose, perhaps a candidate for the England women's cricket team?

All will be revealed anyway at the next scan.

We've signed up for the NCT course that everybody goes on about. This will mean 'networking' with other prospective parents - yuck! I'd just so rather keep myself to myself. Still, needs must...practical nappy changing, here I come!