By the end of the year I'm going to be an uncle. My brother Warwick and his Polish wife Jo only got married back in March. Maybe it was the wedding day champagne, I'm not sure, but they certainly didn't waste any time. Whittington Hospital has a policy of not giving the game away so I don't yet know whether I am going to blessed with a niece or a nephew. I've looked very hard at this scan but I just can't quite tell. Actually, someone even had to tell me which way up baby was.
This is going to be one Internet-age baby. As soon as Warwick knew he was going to be a Dad, he was online, registering "babyleicester.com". We're all waiting for the blogging to start. The maternity wear is via Maternity Exchange. Dietary adivce is via the Food Standards Authority. Advice on helping your cat adjust to the new addition to the family is via the Pregnancy Lounge. OK, they are reading a book or two but even Birth and Beyond was viaAmazon.
So where will all this googling leave the rest of us, the uncles, aunts, grandparents and old wives? Will we get a look in? After all, it might be me that inspires my little niece to play fullback for the Black Ferns in 2023. It could be me that encourages my little nephew to go off to win the BBC Cardiff Singer of the World competition in 2038. It's sounds like I'd better go and register "uncleleicester.com".
Update: Here is what babyleicester sounds like. They say if the heartbeat sounds like a train then it's a boy, or if it sounds like a horse then it's a girl. Judge for yourself!
