Week 35, day two. Or, in other words, we’re more pregnant than we’ve ever been. Very, very weird — I honestly wouldn’t have put money on this particular scenario. At this rate, we’ll go to term, even if Di currently feels like (in her own words, so she can’t hit me) “A beached whale”. Well, […]
Or, at least, there was. Something of a change of pace for once today; while Di stayed home and rested (still preparing for the rigours of childbirth) I headed out (with the trusty clone, who’s doing us a great favour by spending nights here to look after the kids in case of birth emergencies) to
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In the midst of chaos (still no babies, by the way), more reviews spring forth. I’m sure there’s something deep and meaningful there. Gear4 ProControl: “Gear4’s ProControl gives you a simple way to connect your iPod to your home stereo, computer and charge it all at the same time. It’s hardly a unique product, just
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“That’s right, Yappy’s Dog Treats! Your dog will love that real liver-and-tuna taste… with just a hint of cheese! “ Otherwise known as “Oh boy. Labour started at 2:45am, and we’re still going, which is why I’m at home sorting some stuff out instead of at the hospital. But not for long.” Surely, it can’t
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Random thoughts from the brain of Kidman: No babies. Yet. Mild Braxton Hicks, but not much more. Fatigue and stress is setting in on all sides because of this — you try living for three months not knowing what you’ll be doing in the next five minutes all the time — and this isn’t helped
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Just a quick update on the family situation: After responding well to the nifedipine overnight, and probably with an eye to public bed availability, Di was released from hospital today, with a prescription for the drug that will last her through to Friday… at which point we hit the mythical 34 weeks. Or, in other
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Part the fourth: 21st of June: Going over the top One of the major causes of stress in WWI soldiers (apart from having bombs explode right next to you and living in your own frozen filth for months at a time) was in the waiting; specifically, the waiting to go over the top of the
There’s a new update to Third Time Round today: Going Over The Top.
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Phew. Another Birthday out of the way, and the closest I came to a small dog was my son’s stuffed puppy, appropriately named “Woof”. A nice weekend was had by all; my father-in-law’s birthday falls the day before mine, and my son’s birthday wasn’t that long ago, so we did a combined family BBQ/Lunch/Celebration on
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And I can sum up what I want for my birthday in a very simple sentence: “I hope that I don’t get my face brutally ripped open by a small dog”. That’s all. Nothing big, nothing exciting, just a simple wish to not be horribly mutilated. Sure, it sounds unlikely — until you realise that
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