Who's ya Daddy?
Happy March to you all. A lot can happen between blogs...especially since I don't write 4 a day now. I got engaged and we're having a baby. That all happened since the last post. Who'd have thunk it? Me of all people. He who'd become resigned to the fact that he was just going to die alone and theres nothing he could do about it. I for one am happy things don't seem to be going that way. Little Gizmo, or Jabba has been cooking away inside Nicola for 10 weeks now and I couldn't be happier. Two more weeks now and we should get the first scan, but as I'm sure you can understand, we ain't gonna see a whole hell of a lot. Maybe a heartbeat, maybe a flipper. You never know.
Unfortunately (and who didn't see an 'unfortunately' coming in one of my blogs?) my ears have decided to play silly buggers. I have, for some unearthly reason, developed Tinitus (a constant high pitched ringing in the ears) as well as hypersensitivity, which is all a fancy way of saying it hurts like buggery to wear a headset or use a phone. Kind of a hindrance in my job. With a baby on the way this has made me somewhat.........anxious to say the least about my future to the point where I just want to bury my head until everythings fine again. I know this will not happen. I really don't known what I'm gonna do.......
The weird thing is (and that seems a weird, nearly uncooth way to start a sentence) that once I get home, I don't really care. All the baby talk and anticipation kind of makes it all go away. I realise that I probably need to control this and actively do something, but what? Not that I'm using my unborn child as an escape already. What do you think I am?
That reminds me, I'm watching series 3 of Dexter at the minute. An amazing series about a serial killer with no emotions that tries to pretend to be a real person and only does bad things to bad people. It also helps that he's a blood splatter analyst with the Miami PD. Anyway, he too is going to be a father (and considering I felt emotionless for a while this is already bringing up strange parallels), and I feel more connected to the story than ever. I'm not explaining it right I know, but I know what I mean.
So yeah, lots of busy busy busy. *Enter whitty end phrase here, DON'T FORGET TO DELETE THIS BIT!!!!*
Unfortunately (and who didn't see an 'unfortunately' coming in one of my blogs?) my ears have decided to play silly buggers. I have, for some unearthly reason, developed Tinitus (a constant high pitched ringing in the ears) as well as hypersensitivity, which is all a fancy way of saying it hurts like buggery to wear a headset or use a phone. Kind of a hindrance in my job. With a baby on the way this has made me somewhat.........anxious to say the least about my future to the point where I just want to bury my head until everythings fine again. I know this will not happen. I really don't known what I'm gonna do.......
The weird thing is (and that seems a weird, nearly uncooth way to start a sentence) that once I get home, I don't really care. All the baby talk and anticipation kind of makes it all go away. I realise that I probably need to control this and actively do something, but what? Not that I'm using my unborn child as an escape already. What do you think I am?
That reminds me, I'm watching series 3 of Dexter at the minute. An amazing series about a serial killer with no emotions that tries to pretend to be a real person and only does bad things to bad people. It also helps that he's a blood splatter analyst with the Miami PD. Anyway, he too is going to be a father (and considering I felt emotionless for a while this is already bringing up strange parallels), and I feel more connected to the story than ever. I'm not explaining it right I know, but I know what I mean.
So yeah, lots of busy busy busy. *Enter whitty end phrase here, DON'T FORGET TO DELETE THIS BIT!!!!*
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