Well, we have now reached the halfway point. Week 21 and all's well. Isabel is now complaining of a number of things I list these in order of grievance.

1. Nothing fits. Well, this doesn't really surprise me. Just about to go out and I'm told that everything Isabel owns, makes her look pregnant. Ahem.

2. It's awake. It's asleep. Put you hand there, I just felt something. So I sit there. Did you feel that? No! Did you feel that? No! Just wait a minute, did you feel that then!? No! This takes place on a regular basis at 9.00am as I'm about to head out for work. I'm just waiting for the day when I do feel 'that' and it's a right hook!

3. Food. I am mean, if you know me, you'll know about this passion of mine. I do not appreciate cravings for a Big Mac even if they do make salads. I do not even really care if it's convenient, fast… whatever. I won't be frequenting these 'restaurants' with Jnr, and I don't expect to start now. Fair point? We went to Burger King instead.

Mother and unborn doing well. Jnr has longer than average legs, a long, as opposed to round, head. And before you ask, we don't know, and won't be asking. m/f


Junior at 21 weeks... can ya see what it is yet?

Despite everything, a successful trip. Isabel is now 19 weeks and I'm one step closer to AA.

I returned back having scrutinised all of the finest medical care available in Mata, from private water births to public earth births, no relatives allowed.

The latter sounded like the most ideal, and what more, the state hospital is gratis. This option does not sit well with the good lady however who has pointed out the lack of room service, infact the lack of a room (only a shared ward), and the rather dilapidated condition of Malta General.

I suppose she does have a point. I can still see the aging building at the forefront of my nightmares. I've driven a dilating Isabel to the hospital, avoided potholes, sheep and boy racers. I enter the maternity unit and trip over a stray limb from some poor unfortunate. The entire building falls down around me. I'm left to go and buy a tin of paint, in eggshell, and perhaps some bricks… then I wake up. mmm.

Also, as I'm sure you can imagine, Albert Roux is not responsible for the catering or the stocking of the mini bar. I've missed aromas like that since primary school, thankfully!

Baby is due 17/01-2006 and it will most likely arrive here at Saint James Hospital, Zabbar, Malta



A dilapidated building yesterday, not in Malta!!

So. I guess if I'm going to keep a page like this, then I have to keep 'it' informed. Fill in all the details and dot all the i's. What happens next. Most will know of 'the plan' or will have suffered me telling them all about 'the plan' More often than not this is in The Crown. Beer involved. Messy



The Crown, Cricklewood, just to remind me...

Malta beckons. Jnr apparently wants to emerge here, with the family in attendance, I hope, no videos! This presents adventures and nightmares. Relocation horror, have you been to my flat? Tonight I visit Malta for 10 days. Holiday? I don't think so…

Isabel seems to have put on a bit of weight recently...
Hey, I guess the secret's out anyway. We are bothTHRILLED to pieces. Below is a picture of junior at 12 weeks. Actually I thought of a Ridley Scott Film when I first saw this picture and voiced this concern to the midwife. I won't be doing that again. Not to be recommended. The Picture is older than this entry, in fact, junior is now 15 weeks and expanding…



The young un-developed...

Thanks for visiting. I've set this up to allow you an insight into the coming weeks or months. These times they are a 'changin, and this is just a small way of documentating these. More Vodka please!!



Isabel & I some time ago in Australia!

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