I’m now on leave, as we await The Penguin. I’m not quite sure what I’m supposed to do to make the waiting process less excruciating, but today I enjoyed a lovely, long sleep in. I imagine it might be one of the last ones I get for some time.
The Penguin seems, so far, to be very laid back and not in any hurry to arrive. One can only guess that this means it has a fair share of Carolyn’s genes. This can only be a good thing.
Oh my goodness, it’s only two weeks until The Penguin’s “official” due date. This is it, people: the end zone.
Everything is prepared. Everything is ready. Carolyn has has enough of being pregnant.
Whenever you’re ready, Penguin. Whenever you’re ready.
Hey, you. Yeah, you. The one reading over there. You’re still here? Let me dust off a chair so you can sit down.
Have you noticed that I haven’t been around much recently? Of course you have; you’re smart. Well I can’t really apologise and tell you how busy I’ve been, because I haven’t been all that busy. I took a nice holiday over Christmas, but didn’t go anywhere. I painted Romilly’s new bedroom (pink!), finishing at 4am on Christmas Eve. I then spent the next week recovering and promising myself never to leave anything to the last minute ever again. Other than that, I have found myself enjoying family time, playing computer games, and slowly organising things for the arrival of The Penguin. For example, this afternoon was spent convincing Carolyn that a $4000 pram is not a viable option, even if you can get it on special for $200 less.
I’m actually only writing all of this as Carolyn insisted that I thank my ex-wife for pointing out that the PenguinCount® on the website here was stuck at 101 days. Carolyn really didn’t like the idea of being perpetually pregnant. The idea of a baby making its way out through your nether regions is apparently bad enough, let alone giving it additional time to grow.
Carolyn has, in fact, decided that The Penguin is going to emerge no larger than a peanut. Not liking the idea of a peanut-sized baby, it was decided that said peanut would immediately turn into a proper baby after making its easy exit. Now I can only imagine the birthing process as passing a small Poké Ball, with the midwife then screaming something along the lines of “Penguimon, I choose you!”
It is this incredibly realistic view of birth that is probably going to backfire on us at some point in the future, most probably during “news time” at school.
Lowlight of my day:
Highlights of my day:
So, working from home.
Yes, I work from home now. No, it wasn’t really my decision. Yes, it’s permanent. No, I’m not going to say anything further, as I have no desire to get myself dooced.
I have, however, been keeping some notes on what it’s been like working at home for the last few weeks. I thought I’d post them here for others to consider. Or for me to consider.
Advantages:
Disadvantages:
The really sad part is that in a few days, when the school holidays are over, my disadvantages list is going to be pretty empty. That’s not to say it’s perfect here, but with the addition of some nice warm socks, I’m finding that working from home is a bit of a break; a holiday without having to stop working.
Tomorrow I will be pow(2, 5).
I’m hoping I don’t overflow.