Evidence of Boo's ability to appear happy, contented and relaxed. However fleetingly.
|The scan pics in which she paraded about my womb with a convincingly masculine swagger and wittily positioned umbilical cord|
|Relaxed, rested, carefree (two weeks before due date).|
Clearly, all weight gain settled on my Jimmy Hill tribute chin
|Established labour - drugged to the eyeballs and suddenly fascinated with a badge. |
That's heroin for you. Alright, alright - diamorphine. Potato/potarto. An incredibly rare rock 'n' roll moment for me.
Don't ruin it by being all PC
|Registering BB's birth.|
Look at Dave's debilitatingly sleep deprived glaze.
And my worryingly maniacal grin.
Left in charge of an infant. Criminal.
|First official pic. Sold for 1.2 thousand pence (£12) to, well, us.|
Wolly cardy thing not covering postnatal paunch as well as I imagined.