Now, at the risk of getting flagged down, I share with you a public secret...

When my offspring took her time to arrive someone came up to me in the pub, said: "You seem to be a lot here lately, how come."

It was my better half, wanting me to come home, sober. And then I answered: "Well, I do what I am supposed to do, wait for our precious to arrive. But it is taking for ever!"

Then a young woman came along and whispered: "Orgasms..." Filling the air with a smell of alcohol as she slowly passed by like Captn Jack Sparrow.

"Oi! You know I'm still here! Now let's go home, your place is with me, not easy drunk young women..." My cheek really was warmed up quite well by her hand. She always knew how to give me a good slapper when I was in need of one. Like I wrote: she's my better half.

And that magic word orgasms really made me want to go home. Because what better fun way to get our new born out as fast as possible!?

To cut a long story short, my beautifull awesome daughter was born 14 days late.

So I guess that orgasm thing is just a tale. Had lots of them, but it did not help. Then, when efter my little one was born, I told my angel that now was a caring mother too.

And she replied: "No you dumb goof, it was me that was supposed to have them, not you...!"

Ah, now it started to make sense to me.

Hope your little Boom may arrive soon mate!