Well its crazy isn’t it? The past year has been absolutely brilliant for me. When the bells rang out for the New Year on January 1st 2012 I decided that that year was going to bring me something more than 2011 or 2010. It certainly didn’t disappoint. In January of last year I sent my parents off on a holiday to celebrate their 30th wedding anniversary, I finally proposed to my now wife Emma, we organized our wedding for new years eve of last year and now another thing has slotted into place for us.

Of course, I can’t forget that in October I also trained with my new guide dog Nama. He has given me a freedom and independence that I really missed since Freddie retired back in 2010.

However, that’s not why I’m writing today. Now, I’m writing to tell you on this blog before it is posted to any other social media that Emma is pregnant and in September, all going well, we will have our first child. We had the first scan today and everything seems to be going very well.

We have told three people outside our parents before today and I should take this opportunity to thank these three people for not letting the cat out of the bag. It was very important to us that we be allowed to spread the fantastic news when the time was right.

It’s been hard keeping this to myself. I’ve wanted to shout it from the roof tops since I found out in January.

I love children. Of course, I am very aware of the challenge ahead but I can’t wait for it. However, regardless how happy I am, I’m more happy for Emma. She was born to have children. Anyone who knows her will agree with me that she is a natural. She seems to know what they are thinking before they have even thought it. I can’t wait for her to be a mother because I know she’s going to be an amazing one.

So there you have it. Isn’t it funny? Ten years ago when I started DigitalDarragh.com the last thing that I ever thought would happen is that I’d become a daddy. It’s not something that I’ve warmed to overnight either. It’s something that I’ve only known I wanted in the past two or three years! Even then, and even now, I’m absolutely terrified. Will I be good enough? Will I be able to financially provide for a child? Will I be able to give her or him everything a sighted father would be able to provide? I know that last one might seem stupid to a lot of you but all of these questions and a lot more are racing through my head. I am worried by the questions but this worry is overshadowed by the delight I feel at the prospect of having a son or daughter with Emma.