Category: Journal

We found out in the last week that Fliss is pregnant, and we’re going to be parents come christmas. The realisation of this is the mind job that I always thought it would be, so at least I was semi–equipped to cope.

After Fliss told me of her positive test, I was so taken aback that I kind of pretended it wasn’t really happening. I suggested that “Maybe you’re just really good at tests? I mean, you got 100% in that driving theory one, so maybe it’s the same with pregnancy tests?”

Wishful thinking on my part, I suppose, but the reality is that we’ll have a son or a daughter by the end of the year. Wow. A whole ‘nother person to look after besides ourselves. It seems kind of daunting when the latter is something I’m only just getting the hang of.

The funny thing is that I always hoped we’d have to try for a baby, you know?

I wanted it to be like “Right, we’ve bought all the electronic consumer goods we’ll need for a few years, lets get making babies!” and then we’d be banging away like rabbits on viagra until it happened.

I was looking forward to that bit; it was going to be my reward in advance for all the nappy changing and barf I’d have to deal with. But no, there was no trying – turns out it just happens when you least expect it.

Ah well, no use crying over action you didn’t get. I’m actually really happy for Fliss, as she’s always been the more maternal and wanted kids quite young, so if you balance it against all the stuff I’ve gotten that I wanted then I think the sacrifices are a small price to pay for how being parents is going to enrich our lives in the years to come.

It’s going to be quite an interesting year, though. Who’d have thunk it?

The new house lacks a shower, but has a shower mixer attachment fixed onto the bath taps. Although it’s not the kind of thing you can shower with, it is useful for rinsing yourself down after a bath or after washing your hair. That and chasing all the bubbles and hair out of the bath after it drains.

The water pressure, especially on the cold tap, is pretty darn fiesty. So it only takes about a quarter of a turn of the lever style tap to create quite a forceful jet of water from the shower. Previously I’d found it quite difficult to get a balance between hot and cold, as the cold pressure is so fierce that it seems to lord it over the hot water supply. However, before yesterday morning nothing had prepared me for the sudden and loud BANG from the mixer unit as I was hosing the bath down.

As anyone who has ever given me a fright will recall to their great satisfaction, when startled I go into Ninja Defence mode. This will usually include a reflex action that instantly distances me from the threat. This may or may not be accompanied by an involuntary vocal outburst on my part (read as “Squeal like a girl”). Depending on the information gathered to that point, I may already be in the process of launching a counter attack before I’ve actually landed from the evasive manoeuvre. Regardless, I’ll generally land in a semi-crouched position with my semi-lethal hands held blade-like in front of me, making clear to the attacker that the element of surprize is now lost and that I’m ready to participate in any further engagement.

In the case of the exploding shower mixer of danger, I managed to almost clear the toilet with my evasive leap, while at the same time releasing the shower like it was an electric eel that I’d wrongly assumed to be deceased, only for it to instantly come alive and discharge enough electricity to run a small village for a number of days. Although the first part of my Ninja Defence procedure had been executed to near perfection, I did only manage a half-hearted hands of death pose, due to my precarious landing position of one foot on/one foot behind the toilet.

We’re in the new house almost two weeks now, and I’m pleased to report that we’ve settled in quite quickly. Although Fliss has ended up with an epic bus journey to and from work, my commute has expanded only slightly in duration. Other than that, and the loss of a couple of rooms, the place feels very much like home already.

Initially I was kind of sad to wave farewell to the old joint, but focusing on the negatives, like the leaking roof and the fact it wasn’t ours, made it easier to hand back the keys and walk away for good. I think we’ll miss the neighbours more than anything else, as it was comforting having such nice people right next door to help us out in a fix, or mind the place while we were away.

Anyhow, as a wise man once said; onwards and upwards.

The new place is almost palatial in comparison to the old one, except in size. It’s warm once the heating is on, doesn’t have drafts, and the fact that it’s just that much more modern a house, with a decent size garden, makes it feel homely right away. Of course, there are things that bug us about it, such as the ticking noise from the central heating pipes, the noise all the assorted pumps make when it comes on in the morning, and the absence of a shower in the bathroom. Yet, anything that annoys pales into insignificance when compared to the satisfaction of owning our own home after so long.

I’m wondering if that nice feeling I get when I arrive home at night will wear off at some point, like a novelty toy. Fliss pointed out that it felt like being in a holiday home, for some reason, and although I cant quite put my finger on why, I agree with her.

Perhaps it’ll be stuff like the shower mixer exploding on me that will bring us back down to Earth with the reality that we’re responsible for paying for things like that now, rather than calling some estate agent to get it sorted. Even so, there’s no place quite like your own home. :o)