I thought I'd be writing this article with a newborn in my arms (instead I'm sat on my birthing ball) and it seems crazy to think that by the time you are reading this my
belly will be
saggy and I'll be up to my neck in stinky nappies and taking in those amazing
big eyes.
He just lets the camera look down at him for a few moments as he slumps against the dresser, a sad, lost man in
saggy underwear, getting old fast, his head and his
big belly hanging down, his best days far behind him.