Next month to be precise. The wait is nearly over, if it was born now, it would live relatively normally (but very small). Here's some things I've learned along the way:
An expectant father suddenly becomes very interesting to women – turn up to work with the baby scan and they'll mob you as if you were Simon Le Bon in 1885.
It brings you closer to the Mrs in ways you would never expect.
Mundane things like tea and Sunday papers become increasingly special as you realise they'll be gone for a while.
You were never really a grown up before all this started happening. That was good, but so is this.
You admire and understand your Dad a little better ( and realise how much like him you really are).
You promise yourself not to be pushy and secretly hope for the academic genius that is also a sports star (but you're kidding yourself).
You quietly hope that if it's a boy he doesn't inherit your hairline.
It is easier to put together an Ikea flat pack wardrobe than fit a car seat.
We're going to have so much fun playing in the sea at Mum and Dad's.
Some things you can never really be ready for.
A world of possible futures disappears, but another one arrives instead.
NORTHERN PLANNER 
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