Mines

1. I choose becoming a Father which was something very difficult. When you first find out you are going to be a father a number of emotions cross your mind. Joy, fear, anticipation, fear, pride, did I mention fear? Being the Peter Pan like figures that we are, we digest the news as if the Wendy Lady herself has just told us that it’s finally time to leave never land and grow up. The reaction from your friends, your fellow lost boys is mixed. Naturally they are all delighted for you, but one or two have that look in their eyes that simply says ‘your life is over mate’. Others say that they didn’t think you had it in you. You are not sure, which you prefer. And so the nine months of waiting and preparing begins. For the first few months nothing changes much, apart from the odd scan, increasing visits and phone calls from family members and the odd moan from the expectant mother actually, no change there. As the due date draws nearer though you start to clear a space in your life and your home for the impending bundle of joy, and soon realize that for something so small, this baby is going to take up an incredible amount of space. OK, you’re no Jesus, but replacing that pool table with a cot, or your Roland digital drum kit for a dresser and changing mat certainly seems like sacrifice at the time. It will all be worth it though… won’t it? For the final three months of the pregnancy it seems like everything is on hold. The baby could come any day now, in fact your family seem disappointed on a daily basis that he, or she is not out, walking, talking and thinking about a family of its own yet. Any twinges? No. Any sign of her waters going? No. You’ll call me as soon as there are any developments. Yes. The cravings of your partner reach their peak. In her normal, not pregnant life, my other half is a vegetarian, except for chicken and fish. Although I often joke that this is like claiming that you don’t smoke, except for cigarettes, I accept that it is quite common. In...