DH

We all know men play their part in conceiving. So did DH, which stands for Dear Husband in pregnancy circles, although my man is not my husband but my partner of 14 years or so, but to make things easier we'll just call him DH. BF - boyfriend, sounds too teenish, and that's a stadium we've since then long passed. We're nearing the roaring fourties, and jeez will they be roaring if all goes well and baby arrives :-0

Anyway, it's funny how a lot of the available information seems to be true. That men immediately think about insurances, finances, and other earthy things as soon as they know they'll become a father. One of the first things we did was changing our life insurance policy!? I couldn't be bothered at all, but suddenly there was this man, freshly shaved and smelling (ooo my sense of smell could hardly keep up with the freshness of this man), who had to visit us at home after dinner (bloated!) and show us all the financial trends and issues of the last hundred years, with a laptop that decided to play tricks.

DH told me beforehand that this visit would take up max. 30 mins, but of course it didn't. Luckily (?) we had a double booking for the night, we would have a coffee (eeks - smell and taste) at the neighbour's, who is Dutch. Which means you have to be there ON TIME. I signed blindly for this new insurance and went to the neighbour's 10 mins late, while DH and insurance consultant were entangled in their trends and graphs.

Neighbour had made a huge apple pie (o god) especially for us, which went down surprisingly well (phew). After an hour or so DH arrived too, all in all a very pleasant evening :-)