It appears our baby was conceived at the Windsor Hotel, Bath and our lives began a long journey, well trodden by many before us, but a unique journey every time.
Pregnancy is a funny condition, allowing for a wide variety of symptoms often hidden from an exterior view. A pregnant woman mustn’t empty cat poo from a litter tray so a daily task of the rather unpleasant kind is assigned to me. I now know the health of our cat literally inside and out, the many colours and consistencies of it’s little packages reveals a wealth of information and teaches many lessons. Don’t feed tuna fish to the cat.
The male of the species must be supportive in every way in this modern age, understanding why the way we chew our food can be as infuriating to women as a light bulb is to a moth in the dark.
Pregnancy for the male is a secret world where we march forward valiantly, confronting the new woman in our lives and playing second fiddle to the bloody cat, who I might add, doesn’t appreciate the shit shovelling we do on a daily basis.
The pregnant’s gone to have her nails done, I’m cleaning the nest….