Bit of news for my four regular readers. Kara's pregnant.
We're not sure about the date at this point - the earliest possible appointment with the midwife is three weeks away - but we're guessing that the baby should be born around late April/early May time. We found out Sunday morning, but it was only after triple confirmations from three home pregnancy tests that I've picked up the nerve to mention it on the blog.Both our families are really happy for us.
Kara's nervous, excited and - being the sensible one in the relationship - thinking through the practicalities of the coming months. (In Kara's words, she's thinking about the matter of saving up for a crib whilst I'm panicking about the possibility that the unborn baby might not support Celtic; "Don't worry, we'll enrol them in a school in a predominantly Latino area to ensure that they get into football" is Kara's sage advice.)
Me? Happy, dazed and a wee bit scared seems to be the order of the day but the more it's sinking in, the more the feeling of happiness is overtaking the other two.
I'm sure we're both in for a rollercoaster of emotions in the coming days, weeks and months. I'm already experiencing the tumult of fifty questions shooting through my mind simultaneously:
Too many questions at this point, but I'm too happy to hazard a guess at the answers.