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Week 13 to 14 (size lemon)

Edging into another week and my head is pulled in many different directions wondering how the dogs are going to react to a new edition to the family and considering if there is something we need to be doing that we just don't know.

You tend to get lots of advice from people when they find out you're going to be a dad. It gets a little tricky to figure out what to focus on and what isn't important.

The other crazy thing, and this I'm sure will only be me, is that I keep getting this strange thought process. Whenever I see an ambulance or flowers on a road to suggest an accident, I get this weird idea that someone may have died to make space on earth for a new life. It's completely bizarre but I can't help it. I always over think situations and have a very curious mind trying to figure out the World and why things happen. I feel there has to be a reason for everything. Maybe I'm a wannabee scientist!

Back to reality, today we went to Toys R Us to check out prams, strollers, buggys and the like. We were met with 2 in 1s, 3 in 1s and travel systems. What the hell is a travel system? I thought it organised traffic lights and that sort of thing... It's all got way too technical from when I was working at Toys R Us as a student.

We also started to take the belly shots to show the bump on the Mrs... it's there if you look closely... getting bigger!

We keep having the boy or girl chat. So far, she's identified around 47 different old wives tales for telling which one we're going to have. So far, each differs in the end result... Let's leave it to the scan I say.,.

It's still feeling like a rollercoaster ride and there's no way I want to get off!


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