In the run up to the end of my wife’s pregnancy, everyone was a mixture of soundbite advice and warnings that it’s going to get so hard, while they smirked in reminiscence that they’ve passed that stage of their life. Of course, there’s everything to learn, sleep deprivation and endless smells and messes to clean. Once baby could sit up, it would be fine right? Maybe not. Ok, but how about when she can feed herself. Ha! no. When she can walk? You’re kidding. I  ...