so here it begins

right, we’re trying for baby no.2

m will be two next month so the time feels right.

potty trained her last month, which for me was important to get out the wau before thinking about the new baby.  no way would i have wanted to be big fat pregnant while wrestling with potty business.

thankfully there was no wrestling anyway, m cliked with the potty in a weekend.  even managed a trip 2 hours up to grandma’s with no accidents the following week.  yeh yeh, brag brag.

anyway, back to the case in point.  how the chuff are we going to make a baby when we barely see each other huh??  i’m now working 5 nights instead of 4.  i get home about midnight by which time he’s snoring away.  the other nights i’m so glad to be off work i’m just delighted to get in bed for a half decent hour and get some sleep.  well, that’s not strictly true..  if i’m off work i find my engine kicks in around 10.30pm, just as he goes to bed.  i always think, be sensible ruddy, get to bed.  but no, i end up watching crap on ‘E!’ about american celebs i’ve never heard of.  kimora lee simmons anyone??  the kardashians??  a load of shite, yes, but very relaxing for a tired head.

sigh.  we should be making babies right now.  instead i’m on here, he’s watching some dreadful thing on tv about the new gladiator series, and m is fast asleep upstairs.  whaddya mean we need a break from the old routine??