Tacklenappy

The alarm went off at 5am and we both groaned as we had been trying to delude ourselves that we would be able to go back to sleep after waking at about an hour earlier. It was cold, raining and it was baby day.

Tacklenappy is hosting its Second ever competition.

As we know there is not a lot of time left for Chubba before Kid Y arrives. Neither Chubba or Wife A know what the sex is. Kid X thinks its a girl no a boy no a girl and calls it Baby Ernie. So if you are a mystic, clairvoyant or Nostradamus like, you can have a guess to win a Tacklenappy.com prize pack consisting of one of our famous Tacklenappy.com T-Shirts.

As most of you would know both Bucky and Chubba are in the final stages of their pregnancy, sorry their wife’s pregnancy. Wife A has 4 weeks to go and Q is now overdue (get out Baby C!). Both of our lovely ladies desperately want their very pleasant pregnancies to finish and the babies to arrive. Unfortunately when they will arrive is unknown to us, although it’s likely to be occur either during our teams upcoming matches or at some obscene hour of the morning.

Wife A has gone into hyper nesting mode. Only 4 weeks left and it’s all systems go on about 20 renovation jobs.  It’s either hyper nesting or block fever, whichever it is, life has turned into a tiring mess of spac filler, paint and screwdrivers.

Being in the final 6 weeks of a pregnancy is a bit like the last 5 kilometres of an Olympic marathon. We have hit the wall.