New life

So, yeah – it turns out Philippa is pregnant.

After years of ‘humming and harring’ about whether I wanted it to happen, spending ages trying (really hard!) to get it to happen, then taking a break and taking the pressure off and hoping that it might just happen without us forcing it, then doing certain things I haven’t told you about to increase our likely of it happening, it IS happening.

It’s amazing.

And very, very scary.

We’ve known for a little while but we kept it quiet ‘just in case’ and so we could have time to process the news ourselves. But we’ve told both our families now so I don’t see why I shouldn’t share it with you.

Philippa has requested that I don’t make it a ‘blog thing’ and go on and on about it all the time, but I have no doubt that I shall be mentioning it a few times as we head through the next few months.

The due date – as I have been given express permission from my wife to tell you – is just before Christmas. Yet another example of us cramming everything into the last month of the year – it’s the time we first got together, it’s our wedding anniversary, and now we’ll be having a baby!

And no - we won’t be calling him Jesus.

RC 7-6-18