A post about men

Yesterday we went to the zoo. It was our first trip out as a family. Hubby managed to leave toddler's shoes by the penguin enclosure. We were lucky as penguins have no need for Start-rites, so the keeper found them and we collected them today. I don't think I need to explain my emotions to any woman out there. Apparently, according to the hubby who spoke to the zoo keeper, it happens all the time...

A post about men

Shes Here!

Baby girl has arrived! Hence the lack of blogging. I can't quite believe how much work, having two under two is. How much poo is generated by the household and how little sleep is achievable. I think I'm averaging about 2 hours per night and perhaps an hour in the daytime. I hope things will get better soon or I am going to find myself seventeen stone heavier than when I started from all the constant eating needed to sustain this level of awake.
Landmark events so far:
The projectile poo- luckily hubby was on nappy changing duty- but it actually hit the wall!
The daytime bath, baby followed by toddler then a nice long sleep from both of them...hurrah
The toddler has decided to join in the eatathon- a miracle!

I think that's about it, although if you want to know the entire cbeebies schedule in deal- email me as I think Ive now memorised the script from most programmes.

Shes Here!

Never go to the Doctors

Where have i been again? Well! After wearing myself out trying to finish all my work in preparation for maternity leave, I thought I should get the doctor to give me some antibiotics. Innocently i phoned and asked, giving my symptoms etc etc. I had to go down to the surgery- 'no!' thinking I didn't want the plague as well. Eventually a private waiting room was negotiated. A little pointless though, as I was there for about 10 minutes before I found myself being rushed to hospital via ambulance and that was where I got stuck just before Christmas in that crucial period of shopping and organisation. Just as well I didn't go into labour, as NHS care under those circumstances seems to be making the patient wait for at least an hour and a half whenever the bell is rung. Presumably as no-one wanted to catch pneumonia from me. A variety of thoughts ran through my head from swear words, through to what ifs (eg. I was ringing because I had gone into labour), to i wonder if they have to roll a dice or pull the shortest straw to come and help me. I wasn't even ringing for silly things, it was stuff like (OMG) the drip has run out and all my blood appears to be going back up the tube into the bag. You are definitely safer at home! Still, on returning home hubby broke the central heating, and it couldn't be fixed for the entire Christmas period. Short of building a bonfire with the rubbish backlog (the council seems to have gone to erratic collecting over Christmas) I ended up staying in bed. Its about the only circumstance when a fever is a good thing to have.
Thus, health is returning, but baby is due in less than a week so I cant promise much updating for the next month. I will try though- I promise. That's after I've hunted down and murdered the pensioners who parked in the last mother and baby space at the supermarket this morning and told me to '...ger off ' even when I explained it was a bit difficult for me to get out of the car, walk and handle a toddler at this stage of pregnancy. That the spaces were actually for people in my predicament and they weren't supposed to park there and that there was a perfectly good space they could use nearer the store. And they all say that its the young who have a bad attitude.

Never go to the Doctors