Binky's Groove

Who’s the daddy?

Did I tell you I was pregnant? Well, not me. That would make me Arnie. Mrs Binks is though. Which is nice. Anyway, you probably know from subtle and not so subtle references on Facefook and Titter.

So basically I’m going to be a dad(dy) and in equal measures this is both ever so exciting and brick shittingly terrifying. Whilst having 3 younger siblings has given me a BIT of experience, I was a kid myself so I’m not sure how much of that counts. I’m very good at slyly stealing food from them and blaming the ripped wallpaper on the youngest one, for instance.

Let’s assume I know nothing then, and start from scratch.

Having now had a successful 20 week scan and watched the little guy/gal (here on in, “Squirt”) move and groove around, yawn and generally look like a real life (yet smaller and scannier) version of a little person, we are now working out what we’re going to need. We decided that stage 1 should be a pram/buggy/carseat thingy.

I’m honestly not lying when I say, choosing a new car isn’t this difficult. Everyone has their own advice, some anecdotal, some just from what they’ve heard. There are people that tell you to get the best and most expensive thing you can afford, whilst others say “it’s not a car, it’s only going to last 3 years and get covered, literally, in shit. So don’t spend more than you need to.”

3 nights last week and a weekend of searching for the ideal buggy and I think we’re sorted but damn, who knew a Ford Focus (The UK’s number 1 family car) would be so fudging awkward to get a car seat for. Nice one, Henry.
So whilst we’ve decided on what we’re getting we’ve still not actually got one. I can see this running and running, if only for the shits and giggles of watching wifey dearest try to navigate buggys around Mothercare and Babies R Us with all the poise and grace of Crouchy on Ice. All good practice though, eh.

This blog post is therefor an announcement of joy, and also a resignation of all my gaming habits.

RIP [GF5]Binky