And then there were two...

So First Time Dad is going to be Second Time Dad. Time to dig out some arrogance, some I'm-laid-back facial expressions (and Gallic shrugs), and an attitude of 'I've-done-all-this-before'. That reminds me, I must practice my blasé look.

Yes the First-time-mum and I are having another. Madness (as Suggs once said to me).

I seem to be getting cries of "how wonderful" from those who haven't met Darling Daughter, and "ohmygod areyousure" from those who have.

Reassurance? Non.

Joking aside, to be honest we are all very excited. Our daughter is a delight, a tiring one, but one we wouldn't change for the world. She can brighten up any day (or night) and having explored The Boundaries so completely, it would be unfair of us not to allow her to pass The Knowledge on.

First-Time-Mum says that Second-Time-Pregnancy is a breeze in comparison to the first, which has led the family and friends (in a bid for a career at Ladbrookes) to announce that we are "due a boy".

I keep trying to explain that any gambler would be only too pleased to take odds of 50%, but it's no use, they still proudly proclaim what their crystal ball has seen the future and they KNOW the sex of our child. Under the unseen 'rules-of-baby-betting' it is permitted to change one's mind at least twice without damaging the value of thy prophecy and thus doing so enable the gambler to be correct whatever the outcome without losing face.

So now we are (not frantically) preparing for the second child. (One only frantically prepares for the first, the second just... happens). We've bought the 'Phil and Ted's' Doubles Kit, we've dusted down the Moses basket, we have the baby name book and biro at the ready and we're secretly very excited about the fact that we won't have to stub our toes, for much longer, on the cotbed tucked underneath our bed.


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