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I can’t concentrate on anything at the moment.

I’ve recovered fully from the excesses of the Festive Season ™ and put away the decorations for another year - Christmas is out of my system for at least another 11 months. So, what’s eating me?

Well, our baby’s due today. He/she agreed not to emerge on either 25th December (my little chat about only receiving one batch of presents for the rest of their life obviously did the trick) or 1st January (mum-to-be wasn’t too keen on having her post-natal photo plastered over the local rag); for which we’re both eternally grateful. But now we’re getting impatient. Every day that passes without any signs gnaws away at us. I know it sounds sappy but I can’t wait to see the little one’s face and behold the miracle that is procreation.

Some might say that I should be at home today instead of in the office. I’ve already spent a week or so getting under Jo’s feet and will do so for another couple once our imminent arrival… er… arrives.

So here I sit; eyes darting to the ‘phone every couple of minutes, willing it to ring.

Christ, if I’m like this now what will I be like once they’re in their teens?!