26 days have passed from the false alarm. This is, really, the right time. a few hours become a father, there are more fake: it can not be put off.
The time has come.
After spending August wedged between Cagliari and surroundings (the first in my life) I will, soon, enjoy the fruits. An overdose of
Poetto a good end.
My luck has been clashing with the Olympics, a great gift.
I was afraid the baby would make me lose the highlight (the Super Final of the 100's Usain Bolt), but was not the case: I was happy. Then I hoped also in the 200. But, just accompanied Paul in the hospital a few hours late, I managed to see the semi-finals.
a few hours there will be the final and go into hiding in a hospital pajamas to find a room with the TV into hiding and be able to see it.
I, of course, cut off a great goal. But if we beat the record of 200 also my son will be happy to be born on that day (although much more slowly with the lanky Jamaican). However, unlike some crazy idea that I almost walked to the mind, do not call Eupremio Usain ...
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