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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

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!

…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.

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

Total genius.

Well done Mike.

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….)

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.

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.

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

and so with my fifth physio session this morning completed we come to the delicate subject of the London Marathon, something I’ve probably wanted to do since first seeing a piece about it on Blue Peter a very long time ago, this year I finally had my ballot place, and although I’d done my usual drop off of training in November and December come January I was feeling confident.

I had four months to train, I had the kit, and I had (mostly) the knowledge, I altered my training to gradually build my run distances and times, I had a rough idea of a good route to run to get my longer runs done at the weekend without getting too bored of the scenery (out along the road, back along the river for a 12km lap) and was feeling motivated.

However I’m sitting here writing this not having completed a run longer than 45 minutes since the start of February and having completed only 13 minutes of a 45 minute run pain free last week.

Up until today I had considered that I still had a chance of completing the marathon, however today I’ve been advised that I’d be better off considering a half marathon within the same timeframe, but then I’ve also been told to see how it goes, so tomorrow will be a 45 minute (ish) run and then a longer run at the weekend, hopefully will go well, but as of now I’m not expecting to have to worry about getting to the start line for the FLM.

One of those things I guess, after all there is always next year.

yep, all gone very quiet in these virtual parts, no real reason, just pretty busy with work, was up until recently fairly busy with training for the London Marathon, and really TBH had nothing that interesting to write…

(still haven’t on the latter)

Work, busy as ever, loads of stuff going on, some of which are interesting (which is good)

Training, well I’m currently in physio for a diagnosed foot injury which was labelled as a fatty pad injury or a possible stress fracture, however the end diagnoses is that it is a problem with my nerves, and in particular with the nerves down my left leg.

And so my motorbike accident has a longer than expected hangover…