Father's Day

I've been meaning to do this for a while, so what better day than Father's Day to start?

The internet, bookshops and the hospital all provide a wealth of knowledge for new parents, but the vast majority of it, in my experience, is aimed towards the mums. And rightfully so. Mums are, after all, the ones who carry the baby. They go through all of the sickness, the backache, the mood swings. They are the ones who, at the end of nine gruelling months, go to the hospital and in a flurry of nurses, stirrups, needles and screaming have to... well, you get the idea.

So big respect to mums. They deserve all the help they get. But put that aside and you're left with the dads. Nobody tells us what we're supposed to be doing. Nobody hands us leaflets with handy information in comic sans printed inside. Nobody comes out to visit us. Which is why I've begun this blog. Not out of pity for us poor, uninformed dads, but in the hope that I can help someone see that, 'Pal, there are others out there as clueless as you, don't worry about it.'

My wife is two days away from being 34 weeks pregnant with our first child and our first son, Ellis. During these first 34 weeks we've been through a lot. Things which have made me look back and wish that I had started this blog a lot sooner. We've had emergency hospital trips, scans, monitoring and scares, but everything is fine and we're looking forward.

So Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there. In a years time I'll be celebrating this day with my 10 month old son. That is the most insane English sentence I have ever written, to date.

Kael