Well, not yet

They say I will be a father in six weeks. Less than 50 days they say. Really fucking soon if you ask me. But, let's be honest, who would ask me? If I were I asked, and if my answer made a difference, my lovely wife would likely be pregnant for another 74 years. Not that I would want to cause any harm to her, I love her very much, but because rather, if it came down to me, I'd probably put it off for a day here, a week there, maybe wait another fortnight, maybe just wait until I've spent a few months traveling in Brazil or at least wait until I have my pilot's license. In fact, if these sort of things were down to me and other clueless men (all of whom I assume are just like me - it's my blog), well, there just wouldn't be any babies. So you see, it's not down to me... and that's a good thing.