Double Trouble

Oliver's going to be a big brother

Originally published 20 November 2015

It's pretty much a given that I'm king of the castle in our house. It used to be Daddy, when he lived there on his own, then it was the cats when they all took over, but these days it's undeniably me. The day starts when I get up, regardless of whether everyone else is still in bed asleep, and it pretty much unfolds around what I want to do, when I need to nap and so on.

So it came as a bit of a surprise when Mummy and Daddy told me that I'd soon be sharing the house with a little brother or sister - Mummy was 13 weeks pregnant! Thinking back, 13 weeks ago was about when we were on our family holiday in Australia. Hmm...

Mummy and Daddy had been to have a scan in the morning, and when they got back they told me the news. They also showed me some pictures of the baby inside Mummy's tummy. The pictures were black and white, and sometimes not very clear, so they'd obviously used a cheap photographer. I blame Daddy for that. But I could really see that there was a little baby there. In a couple of the pictures it even seemed to be waving; a bit like it was saying "see you soon".

I am quite excited about having a new friend at home to play with. So much so that as well as telling people that Mummy has a baby in her tummy, I've been telling people that I have a baby in my tummy too. And even Robbie, my favourite ginger cat, has a baby in his tummy. What I'm lacking in anatomical accuracy I'm making up for in enthusiasm, at least.

So in May next year our little family is going to have an extra member in it. Will it be a little brother or little sister for me? We'll know in about 6 weeks...