As we are now approaching 10/11 weeks until our little bubba is born we are starting to get in to the funny stage of the pregnancy.
Now when I say “funny stage”, there are those among us who do not agree. Me on the other hand am taking the opportunity to rip the proverbial out of my wife while I can.
At around 4 am yesterday I was woken up to the sound of someone moaning. I thought “well that’ll be Katie getting up” and I was indeed correct. A little muscle spasm thing called cramp had managed to get her out of bed faster than any alarm clock.
Being the concerned husband I enquired as to the problem she was having “I got cramp….ow wow wow” I heard, so being sympathetic I told her to “man up and stop being a pussy”. Then I fell back to sleep. My only concern was is the baby coming!
She has been through this child birth malarky before and I sure as hell know one thing child birth hurts a lot more. I can support this because when Katie had Evie all that screaming during the final stages did indeed hurt……..my ears!
All to often since we’ve been together I’ve had the odd scrape, bump, cut open my finger with a saw (she didn’t even stop yakking to her mum on the phone, whilst blood was gushing from my finger), rib injury, put a nail through my hand etc and although being a wonderful ambulance technician, Katie is not the most sympathetic person to have around if something happens. She will however find it funny!!
Karma is a funny old thing, but it certainly shows that what goes around, comes around


