Snap, Crackle & Pop

The first naming session has taken place.

No, not boy's names nor girls names. I'm talking about the naming of the embryo.

Last night whilst relaxing on the sofa, I made the fatal mistake of leaning on the wife. This caused great upset. In the split second I realised what I had done, and knew not to do it ever again.
It isn't something that worried me too much that I would notice, until I drove home. The wife sat in the passenger seat and pulled the seatbelt across so much that it was slack. I guess that this is the shape of things to come.

Although the timescale is still in it's infancy (in theory we are in fact 11.11% of the way through the pregnancy already - scary), things need to be put into perspective. And that was achieved by the naming of the kernel inside the wife's tummy.
"Be careful." she informed me as we went to bed that evening. "Don't lean on me or the Rice Krispie". Nice.
"Sorry darling, I didn't know it was tender already."
"Weird things are starting to happen. Today at work I had butterflies of a different type. A weird sort of pain in my tummy, but not really a pain either - it was just strange".


And with that the Dad, along with the Princess and the Pea, fell into a deep sleep.