Today is Kate's first day back at work since the shoot in Argentina.
She's complained bitterly about the amount of weight she's been putting on through the pregnancy - 13 lbs as confirmed at our 24 week check-up with the GP yesterday. So I've been doing what any loving husband and supportive father-to-be would do, cooing and aahing at the beautiful bump and reassuring Kate that she doesn't look big at all.
But getting dressed this morning, she complained that Stavros didn't look big ENOUGH given the 10 days away from the agency.
Kate is approaching the 24 week mark (this Friday 27th November).
She still has nearly 4 months to go until the 19th March due date.
But I believe she's still referred to in medical terms as being 6 months pregnant (even though she's only 5).
It's terribly confusing this, particularly for fellas (and even more so for numerically challenged ones like me). By all accounts, human pregnancy is 10 months as the count starts from ovulation not from conception.
Which is all a bit of a nonsense, as it means you've got to keep track of 2 different counts and change your story depending on who you're speaking to.
I know for most people this isn't too much of a big deal, but this whole pregancy shebang can be complicated enough without bringing advanced maths into it.
And then we were three. But lest we forget what the early days with the bundle of noise and joy (but mostly noise) was like, we're writing it down. That way in later life, Madeleine can verify her early history and catch us out as we re-write it for our own ends, as parents are wont to do. Hang on a sec - so, whose idea was this?