We've had no internet for a week, which is very annoying. Due to the floods, appara]ently. Yet, somehow we still had to put up with waiting in all day for the cable engineer to come and fix it (who, like every other cable guy that has ever come to the house, absolutely reeks of B.O.)

It's not been a bad week all the same.

On Saturday Andrew took the flying lesson I bought him for Christmas. With the first day of really good weather in weeks he, once again, proved himself the luckiest bastard in the world. And on Tuesday I found a tenner in the street!

Most of the rest of the time I've felt very sick and very tired, which put a bit of a downer on the week. But still, free tenner!

Went for my scan this morning and was dated at 8 weeks and 2 days (very precise!)

It was weird. I thought all I'd see, if anything, was a little blob the size of a peanut. But the magnification on those ultrasound machines is stunning. I saw the head, the arms and a teeny tiny heart beating away.

I find it both wonderful and creepy.

This whole Harry Potter thing has completely passed me by. I haven't read any of the books and I've only seen the first film.

Yet somehow, I know who mearly all the characters are, what they do and why.
Just like I've never watched Big Brother, but I know what's going on.
I dont watch the soaps, but I can tell you the current plot lines of Emmerdale and Coronation Street.

I may go to the library this week and see if they have any Harry Potter in. See what all the fuss is about. If not, maybe I'll pick up The Worst Witch instead, because I used to think that was pretty awesome.

A couple of years ago I did a little read-a-thon of all the books I remebered reading as a kid. The Deamon Headmaster, Elmer the Patchwork Elephant, Revolting Rhymes etc. I really enjoyed it.

There was only one book I wanted that I couldn't get hold of, which I remember reading at school. It know it was about a homeless Indian girl in London. There's something about the moon and stones and talkig mice. That's all I remember. Not surprising I couldnt find it really.

Apologies for another being pregnant post...there isn't an awful lot else going on for me right now!

Went to the doctors yesterday for the first time and was stunned at how fast things went. From everything I'd been told, normal practice would be to go see the doctor then book in with the midwife a couple of weeks later.

Instead I saw the midwife straight away. I was booked in and got a big bag of leaflets and crap, which is mostly in the bin now.

Because they have NO IDEA how far gone I am, and bcause I've been having some light spotting, I've been booked in for a scan next Wednesday. I had to go down to the hospital that evening for a blood test to sort out my blood group (probably related to the bleeding, I can't imagine they want it done imediately all the time.) As it turns out, I am a very boring O+.

I've had to tell my boss earlier than I wanted to, in order to get the time of for the scan. Not a big deal, but now if anything bad happens I'll have tell him and have to put up with sympathy. I can't bear sympathy!

Since dscovering I have a bun in the oven I've been sucking up information online like a sheet of bounty. It's far too early for most of it to be any use, but I always was impatient (I always skip ahread to read the last chapter of mysteries and thillers. No it doesn't spoil my enjoyment of the book; I hate suspense).

The most useful thing I've discovered is that pregnant women on the internet are fucking mentalists. Especially--apologies to my trans-atlantic freinds--the American ones.

Perhaps it's because I have a very low tolerence for judgemental hysteria. I hope that doesn't change! I don't want to be a mentalist :(

I was looking back through my old journal, trying to find the first post I made about deciding to have a baby. I wasn't sure how far back I'd have to go, but I knew it was more than 2 years because it was before my nephew was conceived.

Evenually I found the post...a full THREE YEARS AGO!

Shiiittt.

Anyway, I wanted to know because despite the unlikeness of it happening (what with me having 2 periods a year and all) I'm actually pregnant!

About four weeks, if my guesses are right. It's difficult to tell.

We're not telling anyone until 12 weeks just in case, but I just gotta say something, dammit!


At no time ever before has my user icon felt more appropriate O.O

There comes a time at the end of even the best holiday when all I dream of is sleeping in my own bed. This last week in Dorset wasn't the best but it was pretty good desppite the bad weather.

I think I need another holiday to recover.

I just about managed to avoid being washed away away on my way to work today. I wached with some amusement as more than one driver misjudged the depth of a puddle in an effort to bypass the traffic...and then get completely stuck (a-ha ha ha hah!). You never bother with that kind of thing when you drive a micra, it would be like trying to drive a tonka toy through the ocean.

I came home to find Andrew giving one the cats a damn good telling off.

It had pounced on a baby bird it found behind the skirting board. What he thought a cat should do on discovery of a baby bird is beyond me, as is how it got there in the first place.

It's now in a shoe box on the kitchen cupboard, and I fully expect it to be dead the next time we look inside.

Apparantly, I am heartless for thinking this.

This weekend is dedicated to those two ultimate feminine pursuits: shopping and cleaning.

Yesterday I went into Birmingham for the first time since before Christmas. I used to go a lot, but I don't like it so much since it was 'regenerated'. It's just so corporate. I preferred it when it was ugly, dirty and the markets were sprawling instead of sidelined. That's just me being common I suppose.

I bought the things I went for and then took a walk up New street (or Big Issue gauntlet) to the Gas Hall to see the Art's Council Exhibition How to Improve the World. I really enjoyed it; partially because it was free and air conditioned, but also because some of it really made me smile.

It must have done my soul some good because I ended up giving some money to a Big Issue seller on the way back down to the train station (POST-SECRET MOMENT: I didn't buy one because I always say I already have one, but that's a lie...I just think the Big Issue is rubbish.)

On the evening my brother stayed over. I made pizza and teased him about his fuzzy mustache.

Today I am cleaning. Don't want to, but you could write 'I wish my wife was this dirty' in the dust on the telly so I think it's time.

Now I have to go clean the bathroom...I may be some time.

Late last year I joined an art class at the local college. I was eager to get back into painting and thought it would help (I did) I also thought it might help me meet some new friends who lived nearby and shared at least one interest (it didn't)

The class itself was basic but it got me working, but the people were appalling. At first they seemed like nice, normal people that you might want to spend an evening chatting in the pub with, but after I got to know them a little better (and after the one black member of the class had dropped out) they began to drop, casually into conversation, the most appalling racism. And after a while, it gets wearing being the No in a room full of Yeahs so I stopped going.

Now the new part-time prospectus has landed on the mat and I'm flicking through it, considering doing a course in French. It's something I've been thinking about for a while and It would certainly help me at work, but I'm really put off going back there in case I meet more people like that.

It's seems like such a silly thing to worry about . I wondering if it's all just an excuse and maybe the reason I dropped out of the other class was laziness (I could have just sat quietly on my own, after all.)