Was a lad (easy). Now a dad to Daisy & Seth (less easy).



Hold on a second…

If my maths is correct, then this latest development means that there will be MORE OF THEM THAN US!!!

If you missed my announcement exactly one week ago, here is Daisy to bring you up to speed.


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Yep, inside mummy’s tummy is indeed a baby and come summer (the end of June to be precise) two kids will suddenly become three.

Well, I say kids…

Seth said to me the other day “Daddy, do you know what’s inside mummy’s tummy?” Going through the motions I said that I didn’t and he responded with:

“A baby walrus.”

Slightly concerning.

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Either way, in a few months’ time I am going to be the proud owner of three little humans. Or two little humans and a really cute baby walrus.

I purposely waited a week to write this blog because I noticed something in the first 24 hours after the announcement of my wife’s pregnancy that I found quite strange. Something was different to the other two times I’d told people we were expecting. It was how people were responding to the news.

Responses after Announcing Baby Number 1


This is amazing news


So pleased for you guys

Are you nervous?

Better get your sleep in now whilst you still can

Glad it’s all in working order mate (blokes only response)

Responses after Announcing Baby Number 2


You know things are about to get serious…?

Have you got any help lined up?

Good luck!

Responses after Announcing Baby Number 3


That’s it. The sole response to announcing a third child;

Are. You. Crazy?

It’s an odd response when you think about it. Telling someone they are crazy when they are telling you that they are about to become a dad again.

But the more that people have said it, and the more thought I’ve given it, the more I think that maybe I am!

Everything is perfect right now.

Both Daisy & Seth sleep blissfully through the night – therefore, so do I! They talk, they’re out of nappies, they tell me if they need the toilet, they’re happy with nursery and school and they have become fully-fledged, wonderful, interesting, funny and loving little munchkins.

Things are cool. I’ve got my life back in so many ways. And (as every parent does, of course) I really couldn’t love them any more than I do.

So what on earth am I thinking? ANOTHER ONE?!

And there are so many questions now;

Do I need a new car?!

Can we afford this?!?!

Will I remember how you change a newborn nappy?!

I’m going back to the world of bottle sterilising, nappy changing, Babygro wearing, car-seat lugging, twenty four hour crying, baby weaning INSANITY!

That kind of insanity when you’re not even sure what day it is.

I asked some of my more adept friends what it is like going from two to three. Here is one response I received on a WhatsApp message (from a friend who shall remain nameless for the sake of his marital harmony):

“The best analogy I can give you mate is that mum and dad are the two defenders on a football pitch. Currently you have two attackers from the opposing team trying to get past you. It’s tough, but manageable. Suddenly there’s another striker and from nowhere they are coming at you the whole time. It’s impossible to man mark them. Good luck!”

Am I crazy? We’ll soon find out.

I was just about to finish this blog post when my wife called me over from the other room.

“Rich… come here quickly… the baby is kicking”.

I rushed over, placed my hand on her tummy, and for the first time I could feel baby number three making his or her presence felt.

It was magical.

And suddenly, everything feels like it’s going to be ok. 🙂