"Have you eaten the dogs?"

I don't know what day of the week it was, or even the approximate time [it was morning, and that's all I know], but the words my pregnant wife spoke from upstairs will never leave my mind.

"Have you eaten the dogs?"

Now dog-eating isn't big in our household. Puppies do not feature very high up on our list of consumed proteins. When words like "you're so cute I could just eat you up" are high-pitchingly and cutely said to our crossbred rescue mutts, Pavlov and Laika, it's not meant even remotely literally.

Yummy. Breakfast.

So when those words were uttered on that chilly June-something morning, I knew what had happened. No, Megan had not started craving paw sarmies or dog fin soup or something. In that very moment, very early into the new chapter of our lives, I was introduced to "baby brain".

Some believe that baby brain in the same mythical league as Man Flu, but apparently it's very real. And it's a good thing because *insert something sciencey and awesomely cool here*.

An actual picture of my wife's brain right now.

It's moments like this [and there have been others that I'll share with you over the next few weeks] that have made this parent-to-be thing real. It's when you realise that things are changing. Those little moments of baby brain make you realise that it's not just about the plural "you" anymore.

We're going to be parents. Megan is going to be a mom. I'm going to be a dad...I'm going to be a dad. Shew. A dad. To an actual human person.

And that's what this blog is going to be about: my journey to being a dad, with my wife [and two uneaten dogs] by my side. The ups, the downs, the scares and the superb. I guess I'm a "daddy blogger" now.

Oh. And I hadn't eaten the dogs. But I had fed them.