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What a stupid idea

So months ago, I was easily convinced that having another baby, a sibling for Iona would be a good idea, why wouldn’t it, the second child is cheaper, you have the experience to handle it all, and it stops the first born becoming such a monster, a spoilt brat (hopefully)

So here we are sitting on the sofa, I’m the only one with an alcoholic beverage and it has been a nightmare putting Iona to bed (an hour so far and the screaming goes on), remind me again, I did sign on for the second one didn’t I ?

So all things being equal, predictions for the next 12 months….

1 x new baby leading to….

2 x new cars

1 x new house

1 x new car seat

1 x new buggy

1 x new midlife crisis

*joy*

But then I’ll be someone’s Daddy again, and that is the most amazing thing ever

Meeting Baby

So here we are almost at the 12 week scan point, Iona still doesn’t want a baby brother or sister, or a dog for that matter, but would like a “meow meow cat”…. Thursday morning we head off to High Wycombe to meet our baby for the first time with the 12 week scan. Octavia is still suffering pretty badly from morning sickness, certainly worse than she did with Iona, this we’re taking as a good sign of everything still going along nicely, but it is pretty hard on Octavia.

Not really done too much thinking about what happens next, although we wanted Iona to have a sibling now that we’re here (hopefully) and have “the biggest secret you can’t tell anyone” to contend with it still doesn’t feel very real, the scan will change that, it did with Iona.

There is of course a massive amount of fingers crossed at the moment as well, things can and do go wrong, but I’m not dwelling on that, I didn’t last time, I’m generally an optimist and I see no reason to change, after all there are others in the family or deal with the worst case predictions on my behalf and so I let them worry about the things you can’t change.

Exciting!

Almost three years…

…since we decamped from London to Bourne End (twined with the “Arse end of beyond”) and in that time of course I’ve had to commute, daily, just under 2 hours on average in the car:

so:

2 x 5 = 10 hours / week
10 x 48 = 480 hours / year (taking into account the holiday I have and never take)
480 x 3 = 1440 hours since moving….

or

just over 8 weeks of my life!

Some things you should never work out.

Watch out of office

in fact why are you still here? go and watch it now.

Total genius.

Well done Mike.

Dave

The best name ever, slightly biased of course, but seriously, apart from me, there is the channel “Dave” which just shows repeats of Top Gear – Fantastic and there is also a laptop table from Ikea called “Dave” must be a sign, all Dave’s needs can be covered by things called “Dave” (just need to find Dave beer and Dave curry….)

It’s the economy stupid

Unless of course you are the current prime minister, in which case it is seemingly more important to ensure that as far as the royal family is concerned, they should be able to marry left footers, and that women can now take the top job even if there are other royal men alive (well done princess Anne you get promotion from 10th to 4th)

*seriously*

Who gives one? (apart from the idiot on TV right now, no not Nicholas Witchell, some other “expert”)

Still maybe Gordon is taking 5 minutes out from preparing for the G20… (how ex-president Blair must be killing himself laughing now)

Three kits can’t be wrong.

So after a shaky start yesterday with an all to early wake up alarm from Iona (0650 – not impressed) we managed to eek out getting out of bed until around 0830 ish, with much bouncing and impatience to get on with the day from Iona and zero enthusiasm to move from Octavia or I…. (and 0650 was still an hours lie in from my normal week day start time for me!)

So due to continued laziness on my part I didn’t bother going for the run I had planned (and it was mothers day) and so showered first, and then started the argument with Iona over what she would be wearing, as I was fighting I’s into her top I was presented with a recently pissed on stick, the one that has the ability to strike the fear right into the heart of any man, except me.  This one finally showed us what we wanted, where in the past there has been a line, there was a cross, and all things being equal I’m going to be a dad again at the end of November.

Boy is Iona in for a shock when she isn’t the centre of our world anymore.

So to check the reading, another stick was used later in the day, the cross on this one not coming through as strongly as in the morning, is Octavia pregnant or not, another stick was used the next morning just to be really really sure, that was positive as well.

Of course the first thing Octavia will have to do when she visits the doctors is piss on another stick!

So fingers crossed now.

Do you want a baby brother or sister Iona?

No she doesn’t she told me today as we were swimming, going to be in for a shock then (all things being equal)

Went to the doctors today with Octavia and Iona as she told her GP the good news, and it was really nice as the Doctor seemed genuinely pleased and gave very good advice…

Avoid this, that and a few other things, other than that, whatever will be, will be.

Exciting times, the more I think about it the more the list of things that will have to change in 2010 gets longer and longer, house, car(s) etc etc.

Becoming a man (maybe)

So in a fit of pique I’ve decided I’m not going to subscribe to the “best a man can get” disposable over packaged and over priced crap that is peddled to men every day any more and I’m going to grow a beard.

Only joking, one I can’t and two it would be a stupid colour, instead I’ve gone and purchased a double edged (DE) razor, so clearly the next steps will be an attempted shave with it tomorrow, a trip to A&E and later a humble pie posting on here swearing I’ll never leave my Mach3 blades….

….except at the moment I’m out of blades and I begrudge paying over 10 quid for a pack of 8 blades (or more for the magic battery powered affair I have on my gym bag) and I’ve had enough of over packaging and blade inflation and all that crap, I was given a lesson in wet shaving thanks to Octavia a while ago and while it was great and taught me a better shave it seems like cheating to use one of the more modern less sharp and well made plastic mulit-bladed affairs on offer.

So next stop will be to get a badger bristle brush, some soap and a load of bits of tissue all ready for dabbing on to the inevitable cuts, of course I also need to get some more Coral Skin food from Trumpers

There are lies, damn lies and battery life figures

So here I am taking a break from working from home, to work in my local (ish) coffee republic which offers free wifi, average coffee and a medicore bite to eat, I’ve been using my conputer for 50 minutes and have 58 minutes of battery life left.  According the Apple website I should be able to get up to five hours of life, now of course that will be with all radio’s off etc but I’m using the better battery life video card in my laptop, I’ve got the keyboard light off and the screen on the lowest setting, yes I’m using the WiFi but bluetooth is off and I still don’t get two hours of life, fucking joke.  Wonder what the real world battery life of the 17″ MBP is? probably no where near the claimed eight hours (if it is, I might get one!)