Maybe baby

The usual routine of work, dragging myself along after the band and crap golf. We had the scan at 21 weeks which shows:

fat head,
long arms and wee legs,
tadger.

So the official word is that he'll be dressed in a blue babygro and be a union player. Unfortunately as Ryan and Tisa are donating some baby clothes, assuming from the fact that they have girls, he might be dressed in pink and turn out to be a little poofter.

In just over a week the whole family arrive. This will be a Titanic-esque unmitigated disaster, I am sure, but as usual we will all pretend to cope with having to share the same roof again. At least Jen has some time off too so I can dash off in the morning and leave her to face the in-laws.