"Like father, like son." That was my wife’s comment as our 20 week scan revealed the sex of our baby in a rather gratuitous fashion. The guessing game was concluded by the graphic image of our boy’s manhood dangling in between his wide-open legs while both his hands were resting casually behind his head. Yeah, that’s my boy! Now we can finally begin to think of the baby as a little boy rather than an ‘it’, and my mother in law can finally stop knitting an endless supply of pink cardigans.

Everything seems to have been moving quickly over the last few months. We have the nursery furniture installed, the pram on order, and lots of cute little outfits that will probably only be worn once. So much money has been spent, and yet so much more still needs to be spent. But it is great fun making the preparations and getting excited about the future. We’ve also been trying to enjoy the present by going out a bit more than usual and having a fantastic short break in New York.