First, the bad news... you get hideously fat and devoted to your work.
Next, the good news... your wife gets pregnant because you were not out crawling around on rocks risking life and limb, and, errr, not to mention the family jewels.
Dear lads from SP... I can't tell anyone else under penalty of castration. Even the family doesn't know yet. It seems that we must wait until the 1st trimester is over before we tell anyone that I'm going to be a daddy. That date is September 8th so... SHHHHHH... don't tell anyone else you know. I'm as happy as a clam even if I'm forced to read a book called "What to Expect When You're Expecting."
Good luck to you all. God I miss the cliffs but wouldn't change it for anything.