I was delighted at the weekend to have my first tangible contact with my son: I actually felt Bean moving around in his Mummy’s tummy. Granted it wasn’t exactly belly wobbling stuff but I definitely felt something and Sophie confirmed it was Bean. I am sure I will feel him moving around more and with increased vigour over the next 3 months or so but, as with most things in life, the first time is always special.
The big name debate continues with little agreement or resolution. Sophie is sticking to her guns with the name she loves but which I am adamant I don’t want to use. And no, I don’t think I am being unreasonable. There are plenty of names I believe we’ve agreed we are happy to consider and it is now likely that the final name chosen will be a compromise. Which shouldn’t be a problem as most marriages are based on compromise. Aren’t they? *waits to be set straight by all the female readers of this blog*
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