Thursday, 26 April 2012

Drum roll please... It's a girl!


It's been a long old wait, but on Saturday 21 April at 6.06am, our beautiful daughter was born. It hadn't been a good night. In short, I was in early labour and was admitted to the hospital at about 7pm. Unfortunately, the labour didn't progress and I wanted to go home - they wouldn't let me (so different from St. Thomas' - they'd have held the door open, I reckon) and instead opted to break my waters at 4.30am. I wasn't keen - mainly because if it didn't kick start labour, they would then have started pumping me full of drugs to get things going. And after birth number 1, I really didn't want that. But, it wasn't my choice, so no point getting upset about it.


There was no need to worry anyway. Almost instantly, the mega contracts started. They were double the intensity I was experiencing before and we were reassured the second stage of labour was on its way. Perhaps slightly less reassuring was the speed with which things progressed. It took just 90 minutes to go from proper contractions to birth. I wouldn't exactly describe it as a pain-free experience, but at least it was over quickly.


And the end result was totally worth it. What a beauty. Weighing in at a healthy 7lb 3oz, our darling daughter (to be known hence force as Tiny Martini) could not be more perfect. Am I sleeping? No. Am I coping being outnumbered by children in my own home? No. But am I happy? You betcha. 

Friday, 13 April 2012

Tick tock, tick tock

For goodness' sake, how much longer? Without doubt, the waiting is the worst part of labour. At least once it's started, you know it will all finally be over at some point in the next few hours. This part, the bit where I wait around, not really able to do much, is much, much worse. Let's just get on with it.




Apparently, however, darling child number three has other ideas (much like her brother and sister before her). So, what to do during these mind-numbing days?


1. Have a cup of tea. Obviously.
2. Clean. Seriously, the bathrooms have never looked so sparkling. 
3. Go shopping. For about 20 minutes, before I discover I can't stand up any more and really need the loo. Again.
4. Log on to work emails. Realise things have moved along nicely without me, and that no one needs anything from me. So, log back on to Twitter. Again.
5. Check the already packed hospital bag. It's still packed. 
6. Check the time. It's 10am. Brilliant. 
7. Probably time for another cup of tea then. 


And so it continues. I think I need to find a decent box-set to distract me...

Sunday, 8 April 2012

Looking for love in London


So, I have this friend (really, I know people often say this and really mean themselves - but rest assured, in my current state, this really is about my friend) and what she really wants is to meet a decent bloke. Unlike some of my other single friends, her list of requirements isn't off the scale ridiculous (he doesn't have to earn a shed load of money, look like George Clooney or have a loose connection to the Royal Family - although these would all be a distinct bonus, naturally) - just a normal guy, who'll treat her with a bit of respect. That's it. Not asking that much, I would have thought, given she lives in a city with more than 3.5 million men in it. 


Apparently, however, this is no easy task. You may ask - is she really trying?  The answer is yes. Internet dating? Check. (Most men seem to be quite up for sex, but not much else.) Singles nights? Check. (Apparently, mainly attended by women.) Flash mob dating? Check. (I have absolutely no idea what this is, but the sound of it makes me grateful I'm married to be honest.)


So, what to do? A quick Google search indicates that the ratio of women to men participating in online dating is 2:1. The odds are definitely not in our favour. Sport would be my default plan if I found myself in a similar situation, but unfortunately, she's really not sporty, and there's nothing worse than doing something and being really bad at it - especially if everyone else is at least semi-acceptable. Which, of course, they would be be, because they're doing it in their spare time and therefore must enjoy it at least a bit.


When I put a straw poll out on Twitter, Guardian Soulmates was recommended. She has tried that, and continues to do so, but it's not leading to much success. I have to admit, I'm at a loss. Neither Mr. Martini nor I have any single male friends to introduce her to, and it seems to be the same with most of our gang - all the men at least are settled down. If you've got any ideas, let me have them. I'll be sure to pass them on.


And of course, I'll be keeping an eye out for eligible doctors at Kingston hospital. On that note, I really should pack that hospital bag.