...and I'm back. Turns out preparing for a child is really quite expensive, so I had to let my membership lapse for a few months.
And it has been a pretty eventful period. I am happy to say that I am now engaged to the lovely young pregnant lady mentioned in my last few posts. 11th May, 2008 is the date to remember now, at least until we get married, when the anniversary will get shifted again, no doubt.
Marriage, eh? Never thought it'd happen to me. Or at least, I figured that if it did happen, I was going to have to be dragged into it. Granted, with bub about to come out and greet the world, the actual nuptials themselves will have to wait a fair while. Always pictured myself as the twice divorced, child support paying, whisky drinking, cigarette smoking type. Possibly in a trenchcoat.
I'm kidding, of course. I couldn't pull off a trenchcoat.
Still, it may sound a bit trite, but I'm not sure I knew what love was until recently. I've had a fair few long-term relationships, and the only other one that came close to this was my first serious girlfriend. That relationship was on of those overly dramatic teenage affairs that take years to fade away, and probably caused more pain than joy at the time, but the girl involved and I are still good friends, so I still count it as a good move. But my current girlfriend - sorry, fiancee (still getting used to that one) - just makes me so happy. Granted, the relationship is not without it stresses, given the pregnancy and the state of our finances, but still, I can honestly say I cant remember ever having been this happy before.
And when I say bub is about to come out and greet the world, I do mean that. Due date is the 30th of June, and my lovely girl is already in pre-labour. I go to work every day expecting to get a call halfway through the day to get my ass down to the hospital. We're having a girl, name decided on, but will not be posted till she's born.
But we have managed to cobble together everything we can think of that we're gonna need for our newborn, bags are packed for the hospital, booking at the birthing centre has been sorted, we have decided who gets a call when labour starts, who gets one when we get to the hospital, who gets a call after the baby has been born and who gets told after mother and child are home again (you wouldn't think that it was that complicated, but it can be, given our situation with regard to family, friends, and various hangers-on).
So now, we play the waiting game.
And before anyone suggests it, I don't even own hungry hungry hippo's.
And it has been a pretty eventful period. I am happy to say that I am now engaged to the lovely young pregnant lady mentioned in my last few posts. 11th May, 2008 is the date to remember now, at least until we get married, when the anniversary will get shifted again, no doubt.
Marriage, eh? Never thought it'd happen to me. Or at least, I figured that if it did happen, I was going to have to be dragged into it. Granted, with bub about to come out and greet the world, the actual nuptials themselves will have to wait a fair while. Always pictured myself as the twice divorced, child support paying, whisky drinking, cigarette smoking type. Possibly in a trenchcoat.
I'm kidding, of course. I couldn't pull off a trenchcoat.
Still, it may sound a bit trite, but I'm not sure I knew what love was until recently. I've had a fair few long-term relationships, and the only other one that came close to this was my first serious girlfriend. That relationship was on of those overly dramatic teenage affairs that take years to fade away, and probably caused more pain than joy at the time, but the girl involved and I are still good friends, so I still count it as a good move. But my current girlfriend - sorry, fiancee (still getting used to that one) - just makes me so happy. Granted, the relationship is not without it stresses, given the pregnancy and the state of our finances, but still, I can honestly say I cant remember ever having been this happy before.
And when I say bub is about to come out and greet the world, I do mean that. Due date is the 30th of June, and my lovely girl is already in pre-labour. I go to work every day expecting to get a call halfway through the day to get my ass down to the hospital. We're having a girl, name decided on, but will not be posted till she's born.
But we have managed to cobble together everything we can think of that we're gonna need for our newborn, bags are packed for the hospital, booking at the birthing centre has been sorted, we have decided who gets a call when labour starts, who gets one when we get to the hospital, who gets a call after the baby has been born and who gets told after mother and child are home again (you wouldn't think that it was that complicated, but it can be, given our situation with regard to family, friends, and various hangers-on).
So now, we play the waiting game.
And before anyone suggests it, I don't even own hungry hungry hippo's.