My Second Post - Pregnancy, Week 13.

Week 13 of pregnancy, unlucky for some.... Not me though, the wife is horny as hell and she can't keep her hands off of me.

I wanted to write that, just to see what it looked like on the page, it couldn't be less true. It doesn't matter though, because I'm one of those strange guys who hates the thought of jabbing an erect penis in to my unborn baby's ear. How irrational is that? I'm not even well endowed, I'm probably miles away from it, or in a different hole or something. I don't know I'm not a doctor. I suppose the point is, having sex with my wife whilst she's pregnant doesn't have the same appeal as it did 2 months ago. Now, before people tut or shake their head, she looks beautiful, I love how she looks when she's pregnant, it makes me happy, but it's psychological. That's not to say, if I'm offered a bit of how's your father, I won't jump at the chance.....on the contrary. All I'm saying is, it won't be with the usual eagerness of a bulldog chewing a split tennis ball...... Ironically.

I've had a pretty special week truth be told, Wednesday was especially good. We had an appointment with our midwife to listen to baby Bean's heartbeat. Oh yeah, we're calling no.2 Bean, should probably mention that. Anyway, I forgot how nice it was when we listened to Scarlett's heartbeat the first time and it was just as special this time around. What's more, Scarlett was there to hear it for herself. I must say, for a four year old, she seems to have a pretty good grasp on all the goings on so far. She loved hearing the baby's racing heart, thundering away in there, as did we all.

That was only the beginning of a day full of baby related frivolity. As, no sooner had we left the Doctors that we were on one of National Rails finest crap wagons, down to Laandan, to see my brother and sister in law and their brand spanking new baby, Martha. It was great, they were great, she was beautiful. And as we were travelling home, it left me thinking, how much I can't wait for our little bundle of joy to arrive in January.

Tanya feels less sick now, she was never really ill, thankfully, but I think she's coming in to the more enjoyably stage of pregnancy now. Her small, but nicely rounded bump is coming along leaps and bounds and she's found some nice things to wear recently, so she's happy with that.

We've been entertaining the idea of names already. I say we, just me really, I think I bore Tan with my monotonous ramblings about it, but she generally gives as good as she gets in that respect, so I carry on regardless. Looking at all the names again, the seemingly relentless rows and columns of names, it bought me back to thinking about choosing Scarlett's name so early on in the pregnancy. We had told a lot of people we were going to call her Megan, Megan Bacon. Tan's Gran commented on how lovely a name it was, but it took us a long while to explain to her that it was a joke. Bless her. Whatever we choose, rest assured it's going to be a normal name - not common so much, but normal. Definitely not Shakoncé, definitely not Brizella and definitely not Lightening Bolt Huxley St Barts.

Onwards and upwards, see you next week.

Mark.

So, here it is, my first ever blog post. My wife is pregnant, AGAIN, so I'm currently that strange mix of anxiety and excitement, that you usually only associate with the Nemesis at Alton Towers, or being handed a flaming sambuca.

But the baby isn't due until the end of January next year, so that gives me a good 6 months to mull it over.

My wife and I were sat, waiting for my daughter Scarlett to go for her 2nd poo in as many minutes, back in April, when we decided to bring up the conversation about having another child. If you had asked me 2 years ago, when we were in between Scarlett teething and teaching her it wasn't ok to shit where she liked and I would've said "no way man, no way am I having another child". Now it's not because I don't love my child, obviously. She's amazing, I can't imagine life without her, blah blah blah. I LOVE HER........... But listen, I'm a man, sometimes it's all just a bit, you know? AARRRGGHHHH. Yeah???? It's bloody hard work, sometimes tedious, sometimes tiring, sometimes fucking irritating. Don't get me wrong, I adore it when Scarlett says to me, things like: "daddy, I love you" or "you're my hero dad" things like that. But they're few and far between, or just said because she's kissing my arse, because I'm angry that (1) she trod on my foot AGAIN, or (2) spilled her drink on my phone, or (3) stood in front of the TV when Kevin Pietersen hit the winning runs in a test match. I'm much more likely to hear Scarlett ask me for chocolate, or to turn the light on so she can go for a wee, or what my penis is for the 50th time.

But something clicked, I wanted another child. The sadistic node in my frontal lobe got a short, or got a bit wet, or unplugged, or something and it all made sense. So that's where we are now, 6 months from being a family of four. I'm not shitting myself just yet, but as sure as an Asda employee will cough right in your face, I will start worrying. But I'm happy, I'm thankful and I'm interested to see what happens. So let's see what happens, it could get weird.