Telling more people

Went to a leaving do this evening for Clare in Hammersmith. Loads of the old-skool AOLers were there, and I guess through the power of Facebook (or gossip, I'd say the chance is 50-50 there), they were all agog with the news of my impending fatherhood.

Between dodgy half-priced cocktails we discussed all the usual that I've been discussing with people who've just found out. "Yes, my boys work" (ha ha), "yeah, we kinda know the sex", "yes we have a name" (don't really care that your annoying landlady shares it, never met her) and "yes we're both excited".

I'm finding that, interestingly, the more of these types of conversations I have, the more the birth of our child is becoming like those conversations you have where you reminisce about a holiday you've taken ("yeah, it was warm", "yes, we ate at wonderful restaurants"). You end up reliving the actual conversations more than remembering the holidays.

It's good baby-wise though, as it DOES make me continue to focus on the matter at hand. Of course, when the baby does actually arrive, the repeated conversations will take on a new slant.

Cat firmly out of the bag

Well, if the cat was ever in the bag, it's now been comfortably removed, sitting on the floor drinking some milk.

Almost everyone I know now knows that Sue and I are expecting. I wanted to tell everyone face to face, and given circumstances, wasn't able to - Sue and I had to tell our families over the phone.

Most of my friends in the UK had to wait a few weeks, just because I'm a hermit and don't get out much. Well, over the weekend I managed to see a load of people - from ex-colleagues at a leaving drink on Friday to a group of guys at Paul's birthday on Saturday night and then at the NHL game on Sunday.

So, bring on March 3, I'm just a little more ready now.

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Now playing: a-ha - Scoundrel Days (Album Version)
via FoxyTunes

Beer Festival

Went to the 30th Great British Beer Festival today and they had the best t-shirt combo. There was an adult t-shirt that said "pint" and a baby t-shirt that said "half pint". If any of the stalls took cards, I think I would have been tempted.

When we left the festival, we (Paul, Paul and I) met up with Sue, Michelle, Ruby and Shelley who were hanging out in Green Park sunning themselves and changing and feeding Stella, Shelley's baby.

The cat came out of the bag when Shelley congratulated me and Paul asked me if I had something to tell him.

So, he's the first friend to know (of mine, anyway).

it's real now

Well, we've told the family that we're going to be a family.

Sue called all her clan last week, and I told mum and dad and Dan the other day.

I just told Anna this evening, and she wanted to let the rest of the family know... although they already did. Too funny.

So now we can tell those friends and well wishers closest to us. Hurrah.