Thursday, January 18, 2007

Tease

Either the baby or the wife. Went to bed at midnight last night exhausted, and she woke up at 2am to have a bath to ease the pain, then woke me at 5am to let me know the contractions were coming 4 minutes apart, but still no real progression.

She's back in the bath now (10am) and the contractions are still 4 minutes apart. I feel we are in for the very long haul.

2pm
Contractions are now 11 minutes apart, and she's managed to get to sleep.

This baby could take some time...

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Its started

At 0300 this morning, not that we really realised it. She just felt in a lot of pain from the baby pressing downwards. She couldn't sleep, at got up at 0600 to walk round. At that point, she realised the "pressing" pain was fairly regular, and so we started timing it. It was coming about every 6 minutes, so we called the midwife for advice. The midwife came round for a check-up at about 1000, and said it was "incipient labour", I think. Not established, but starting to get there.

So, as it wasn't iminent, I came into work. At least this way I don't use up another days holiday, which I can then use later in the year to spend time with the baby. The missus is still at home, still having these "pressing" pains about every 5 minutes, but no real progression. Could be in for the long haul.

Friday, January 12, 2007

Belief

God, is it really nearly a month since I last posted?

Well, it was Christmas, and I have been looking after a heavily pregnant wife sitting around trying to expell the baby. Its only a week overdue now, and seems quite comfortable where it is, so it may be a while yet.

Was in the shower this morning, thinking about religion. Not in a comparative way, such as Christianity or Judaism, but in a level of belief way.

I am a member of one of the most hated and villified cults in the western world. I like cars. I drive a (gasp) Land Rover. And yes, its a V8, and does about 20mpg. I'll go into my reasons for that later, before you all condem me, and stop reading, but I do have a point, and I'm coming to it. I also am a member of a number of forums about land rovers, and this is what sparked my thoughts on religion.

Land rovers are notoriously unreliable. They break. A lot. They are not very secure either. A typical morning goes

Walk to land rover "Oh god, I hope no-ones broken in"
Open door, insert key into ignition "Oh god, I hope she starts"
Drive to end of road "Please, lord, don't stall"
Hear funny noise from gear box "Oh christ, how much is this going to cost me"
Get to petrol station "Bloody hell, how much fuel is it going to take this time"
Try to change gear "Whoever designed this gearchange should be cruicified"
Get to destination "Jesus wept, my back is killing me"

So even with all these prayers, entreaties to God, and thoughts of hell, it seems that the majority of land rover drivers that I know either do not believe at all or don't believe in the "creator god" religions.

So why do we keep talking to him?