And realization hits…

In less than 12 hours time I should be a daddy.  Less than 12 hours.  12 hours, people!!  Where on earth did the last nine months go, hmm?  Really?  Did I loose them down the back of the couch, so that they’re nesting along with the odd change and a host of biro pens?

But in the imortal words of Clive Dunn, “Don’t panic!  Don’t panic!” (said while simultaneously running around like a headless chicken).