Monthly Archives: November 2012

Remember, remember…

…Why we did Movember.

Well done everyone. For growing those magnificent lip-warmers, the undernose caterpillars, the crumb-stashers and the upper merkins.

To those sporting a variety of styles: The Mexican Bandit, The twenties Gent, The Sex Offender and, to a lesser extent, The Hitler.

Many men grew moustaches this month. A hearty congratulations if you did. Even bigger accolades must go to your long-suffering partners who braved your face to kiss you goodnight during your quest. And a big thank you to all who donated to the worthy cause.

The good thing about Movember is that it brings to the forefront of our mind those things that are all to often overlooked for too long. Men, at least stereotypically, are less likely to see a doctor when something ‘may’ be wrong. It is somehow not seen as a manly thing to do. But what could be more manly than, having identified a problem, taking appropriate action to rectify it?

There is some information on prostate & testicular cancer here, but a quick Google search would provide the same, if not better results. Albeit with rather scary pictures no doubt. Basically, get to know your balls and check that they haven’t changed shape or grown lumps every now & again. And if you’re getting up more often to go to the toilet in the middle of the night, check it out with the doctor.

The success rate for treatment for both of these illnesses is high if caught early enough.

In the meantime, here’s my MoBro donation page, should you feel the need.

And here’s another pic of my attempt as a lasting image for you:


28 Weeks Later

No, not zombies.

My wife is now 28 weeks pregnant. Or possibly 26 weeks pregnant, due to women having weeks 1 & 2 of pregnancy before conceiving (I know).

We’ve had the first trimester (the only time you use that word is when talking about pregnancy) during which there was constant nausea but, surprisingly, not much actual vomit. The second trimester, which involved a lot more energy, but the occasional sudden vomit. We have now entered the third trimester which, I’m guessing, is when the belly gets really big and you just want the baby out. Although not until an appropriate amount of time has passed for the baby to appear at a ‘normal’ juncture.

We have read books (lots of good ones, but don’t read too much about the birth itself, or look at pictures, if you’re eating) so we know vaguely what to expect. However, the one thing that has struck me is that pregnancy (and, presumably, child-rearing too for that matter) is completely different for almost everyone. And yet identical in many ways.

Another thing that has become apparent is all other parents’ badly-hidden, sadistic glee at seeing someone else about to join their ‘club’. Usually because they want others to experience the same trauma they have gone through. Barely has a discussion on children passed without some negative story coming up of bad behaviour, over-tiredness or lack of time/money without the cursory ‘You’ve got all this to come’ comment rearing its head, along with a knowing grin. But not so often with the positive, wonderful experiences of having children. Which, presumably, do turn up every now and again, otherwise WHY DID YOU HAVE MORE THAN ONE?!

So, we have got the pram (looks like Batman’s pram, according to my wife), ordered the nursery furniture, not decided on names (although ‘Chuck’ has, apparently, been vetoed), and started bulk buying baby wipes. Seriously, come February, I’m going to be a baby wipe-dispensing machine!

The next 12 weeks are going to fly by, aren’t they?

I can’t wait.