just when I get to thinking, sure, we'll be fine...

then I'm struck by some small detail like...I'm going to be responsible for TWO LIVES now. And my own, but that's sort of understood. It freaks me out. Also, our room is a good size, but we have giant furniture, and since the baby will have to share our room, that sort of makes it tricky to find a place for the playpen. We'll squeeze it in, but likely will have to rearrange some things...somehow. I'm just not cool with the 2 sharing a room. If we had to, we'd make do, but I feel like it's going to be a huge enough imposition, I don't want that to be one more thing. Hey honey, we brought home ANOTHER kid! Nice huh? Yes, and not only do you have to share the precious time previously owned by you, but you have to share your room too! Sorry you won't be sleeping well the next few months, but hey, neither will Mummy, so, at least I can relate.

Also, I have a picture. I thought it was about time I started documenting. This picture is from last weekend, so just over 25 weeks.



Lovely, I know. I tried to not do a headless picture, with the timer and some books serving as a tripod, but it was just a terrible picture. I looked like a 38 year old cousin of myself, so I opted for the original, tummy only shot. I have to see if I can find one from last time, hang on. Ooh, here's a nice, shirtless one? WTF was I thinking there?



Damn unflattering, not sure how different the 2 are.

Anyway. I have 2 friends with 2 babies now, and they're still alive, so I guess that gives me some hope. Kieran is generally a sweet, easy going guy, but then we have days like today where he's just tired and inconsolable for most of the day, and thus prone to irrational weeping and tantrums. We're very similar these days, what can I say.