Whoops ... I almost sat on my baby

I'm not sure if it was the dim lighting, the thimble of beer I had, or the way she was impersonating a cushion but I completely forgot she was laying on the couch beside her father! Where is my maternal instinct!? Surely I should have sensed her presence before plonking my butt down a hair's breath away from her peaceful sleeping face. That'll teach her to let her guard down hey.

A valuable lesson learnt by all: DO NOT SIT ON BABY.
We can add this to: DO NOT LET BABY'S HEAD GO UNDER IN BATH.
And: REMEMBER TO STRAP BABY INTO CAR SEAT BEFORE DRIVING OFF.
And lastly: YOU WILL GET CAUGHT IF YOU TRY TO SELL BABY ON EBAY.

The last one I think was a lesson learnt by a german couple who put their baby up for auction. As a joke! So they said.

Actually I blame my absent mindedness on the fact I was dizzy with excitement at the start of a game of Cluedo. Lately we have taken to trying to entice people to the house at weekends with the promise of board games, good old fashioned board games. Oddly some people prefer to go out dancing on a friday night, their loss I say. If they don't want to come out to the sticks to play Cluedo, split a beer between three and watch me almost sit on the baby well that's just fine.

Nine Weeks Later

She's a pretty good excuse for not updating a blog. It's nine weeks since I went into the clinic and the consultant said 'right, this baby has to come out now, they might be able to squeeze you in before lunch'.

'WHAT!?'

And with about 10 minutes to mentally prepare myself I was wheeled down to the operating theatre, sliced open and hey presto, Sóley was produced just like that.

Wow. I'm only just getting over the shock.

Pause. She sleeps.

I can't believe I have a baby.