Never wanted them. Missus got pregnant. I wasn’t very enthusiastic about it, it has to be said. There you go, we’re here now though, should have been more careful. Her pregnancy wasn’t much fun, probably not helped by my abvivolence about the whole thing. Long, long birth too.
Boy popped out, ooooh, that’s changed things. It really was an almost audible snap in my head and my attitude changed in a second. I drove home in a trance. I loved being the father of a young child. It was great, all of it. Nappies, walking, talking, sick, nights in hospital, panic, fear, …all of it, **** great.
We tried for more and god I wanted more, we both did. Not to be unfortunately. Some spectacularly heart-rending mis-carriages. A few of them, too many. We lost something of ourselves in those hospital rooms.
/bit of a break from typing here… hang on.
Ho hum. Life is shit sometimes.
Kids are the best thing that will ever happen to you, IMO. We only got one and I’m grateful for that.