We (the boy and I) can’t quite seem to figure out our recent desire to have a living breathing amalgamation of our genes keeping us up at night. Neither of us would be considered “kiddy” people. Until a few months ago I was terrified to just hold a baby. In fact, I’m only comfortable holding my friends seven-month old if I’m sitting on the ground and there is, therefore, no chance of me dropping him. We wouldn’t know the first thing about looking after a child. Sure between us and a few good Introductions to Parenting 1.0 we could figure it out, make-sure the nappy is on the right way round and strap the baby seat into the car, but it wouldn’t be easy.
So why is it that the B word just keeps coming up, from both sides? Perhaps it is the animal instinct in us that is triggered when we realise we have found a life partner, or maybe its just that when you love someone so much it seems like the natural next step.
