My last post considered my future fatherhood. And since then I've been pretty much unable to find the time to do anything else as my all has been channelled into ensuring this wee man, called Sam, keeps grinning. This smile makes any day a success.
Last night I felt my boy kick me through Kirsty's belly. He's not quite ready to say "Morning Dad" yet but in a few short weeks he'll arrive and we'll both get to meet him for the first time and find out if his lungs are as powerful as his foot. Seven months of pregnancy have … Continue reading Morning Dad