So we’re having a boy! I think it would be almost superfluous to say that there was a lot of fist pumping at that scan…

There are many reasons why I had a preference for a boy – here’s a few honest ones –
 1. I am surrounded (literally!) by women! My dad passed away so I only have my Mum. I have 2 sisters, 2 nieces and a wife! I  need some balance in my life! (Note: before you say that a lesbian like myself should be happy with as many ladies in her life as possible… Just think about it. Women are batshit cray. And they hunt in packs.
2. I like more boy names than girl names. Especially since Sally likes a lot of super lame flower names.
3. I want to live vicariously through my son who is clearly destined to be a future All Black.
4. And lastly, it annoyed Sally that I wanted a boy so bad and that was quite fun for me.

So shits getting real now. There’s an actual baby with genitals inside my wife. My genes have been reproduced. We’re almost 20 weeks now and there is no turning back!

Sally is more mental than ever. Her hormones are on overdrive and she’s either always grumpy or sad or really mad. Telling her that she is all 3 of these things (just as an FYI) does not go down well and then she tends to add some rage into the mix. I feel like I need a bunker, like those huge shelters that the doomsday preppers make! Like Sally IS the Armageddon (especially when hangry) and I need to bunker down! Ride out the next 4.5months in a basement with lots of Netflix and supplies! This is actually the best idea I’ve ever had and I feel like it’s a marketable one too. I may have found a niche – “Preg-preppers! Survive your hurricane wife!”

If I don’t update in the next week or so you’ll know my wife has read this blog and l I’ve been relegated to the shed. Without Netflix. Or snacks.