Terrified Dad

10 months after my partner Becky gave birth to our son Noah I feel that I am finally starting to get my figure back – Yes, you did read that right.

At first there was a sustained period of inactivity after the boy was born, mainly to do with the fact that I spent most of my time looking after him and not looking after me. This resulted in the well known but highly contagious condition known as “Dad Fat” (see previous entries).

For a while there the Dad Fat had got the better of me and I did think I may turn into one of those fathers who wear ill fitting v neck jumpers to disguise their paunch. I even found myself admiring my neighbour’s Chrysler Grand Voyager People Carrier. It was then I knew the Dad Fat had spread to my brain!

However, as we enter the 11th month of my son’s life I have found things starting to change. At this stage babies start to dream, realise who their parents are and become very needy. Noah has become very, very needy. As a result I can either let him wail and bawl as he crawls around the house after me or I can pick him up – so I pick him up.

I now find myself carrying him around the house for long stretches while I go about my daily chores, and the upside to this is that I have found it better (and cheaper) than any gym work out. My shoulders have grown stronger while my arms have become toned.

This, combined with the fact that I spend hours a week walking with him in his prams has strengthened my legs like never before.

Ah, but what about that paunch I hear you question? I think it’s only fair that after all my exertion I deserve a pit stop on my long walks for a nice milky coffee and a slice of cake… er, every day. And after all, there’s no rush is there? Who knows what the next stage of my baby work out will bring.

See! It can happen to the best of us!