...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!
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