Yesterday was the 30th of August, 12 days before our baby is due but my first guess at when he’ll come along.
Last night I did in fact make the football match between Carlton and Hawthorn, where I got to see Buddy Franklin kick his 100th goal for the year (didn’t run out but did watch the crazy action on the ground) and saw Brendan Fevola fall agonisingly short of his 100th (would have run out had he made it).
I went to bed last night and woke up this morning to recognise my boy hadn’t arrived as yet. Next week is Father’s Day and I really hope I get to spend the day with my son. This day has been a pretty shit one for me since my father died ten years ago. Being a father on Father’s Day sounds pretty special to me and my fingers are very tightly crossed!
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