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I shouldn't. Any possessions you have in grabbing distance she'll be tearing off you and ramming them up your arse. Chances are she's going to want you to feel a bit of what she's going through.

Hope all goes well for you both.

 

Pre congrats gally .
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I'd get some kip if I were thee,be in short supply suin

 

And you don't think listening to the match would qualify?

 

Fair point.

 

Quality!!!

 

I'd advise against it, old mate. Whatever your better half wants, be sure you get it for her. It won't put you in her good books, but it'll ensure you're not in the bad books! Agree with everything she says. Don't do anything that will anger or annoy her! She's going through enough without having to put up with any of your idiosyncrasies.
Seriously though, Paul, best of luck to the both of you.

 

I hope Yodel aren't involved in the delivery, you might be there till Christmas and then find out they delivered it next door



Good luck to you both

 

Just a little correction to Kevs post, Don't agree with EVERYTHING She says mate....if she says "of course I don't mind you listening to the match" do not..I repeat do not go anywhere near it, she'll just be lulling you into a false sense of security , on a serious note best of luck to both of you pal

 

^^^This^^^

 

You bloody lightweight. Get thissen to Walsall. They'll call your name over the tannoy if 'owt happens.

 

Good advice! It will be brought up during every single argument ever!

 

voice of experience?

 

Never mind the football just go and boil lots of water. it's what they used to do on the old cowboy films, I never found out why.

All the best to you both.


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Aimee was due the first game of the season, when we were playing Colchester away. I was trying to convince Julie that Colchester's not that far from Barnet hospital, so it wouldn't take me that long to get back, but she was having none of it. Having assisted with 5 deliveries during my nursing days, I have to admit that I didn't want to be there anyway. It just makes me squirm. I don't know when not wanting to be in the delivery suite became one step down from murder on the 'how to be a rubbish husband' front, but there was no getting out of it however I tried. Anyway, during the conversation Julie said 'there's always the phone', so I said 'yes, so if you want me just give me a ring on the mobile and I'll be straight back'. Seems I totally misread what she mean, cos she barked back, 'no, I mean you can ring your mates to find out the score!'

Anyway, the little monkey was two weeks late and popped out, after an induction, a 23 hour labour and an emergency caesarian section a couple of hours or so before we beat Tranmere 1-0 at home. I was in Barnet hospital feeling very queasy. I was sat in the theatre with Julie, who by now was drugged up and had stopped swearing at me, with all kind of things going on behind the green screen just under her chin. We'd been up all night, had nothing to eat and were very nervous, so when the doctor said 'the head's out dad, do you want a look?' it's fair to say I was quick in declining. Oh yes, I want the first glimpse of my daughter to be her little head peering out of a hole in my wife's stomach!

So after Aimee had been handed up to me I glanced up at the white board where the nurses had been writing the amount of swabs used, the medication given and all that and I noticed it said 'baby - 12-12'. So I turned to Julie and said 'wow, no wonder she got stuck, have you seen what she weighs. The nurse then kindly pointed out that that was the time of delivery!

Good luck to you both mate and we're looking forward to the pics.

 

If you're listening our game Gally, I'd suggest borrowing some of her gas and air!

Good luck old chap!

 

Good luck, Paul.

 

It's for coffee to swill the beans down.
Hope all goes well for Gally and his other half.