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Its September 15th and its cold. 

We are being induced 23rd a week today. 
Bricking it, bricking it for the Mrs, really really hope shes gonna be ok and that all goes ok, and that nothing bad happens. Theres nothing like the prospect of labour for your wife that makes you realise how much she means to you. Worship that woman. 
Im super excited half the time and full of dread the other, its a mind fuck, constantly trying to tell myself all will be okay, and that it will become normality. 
I think thats it, these last few months havent been 'normal', because weve become custom to a particular lifestyle, practically do what we wanted and when, and yet since February all has changed. Its tough. And thats without the nonsense the wife has had to deal with on top. 
Menieres, Obsetric Coestasis, Hyperemesis... the list goes on. 

We have the house close to being ready for ickle bubs. Bedroom sorted, laurens bed dismantled and taken downstairs, the walls painted, the whole room steam cleaned. Wardrobe up, just cot to assemble. 
Painted the hallway, painted our room, changed around, new bed, after the original bed we brought arrived but wouldnt fit up the stairs, so we had to order a new bed and wait a week, we slept downstairs on bed settee for 8 days, at one point we had 3 beds in our front room, which isnt the biggest haha :) Nightmare. But between me, the wife Sue and Kate and Paul, weve made huge progress. Car seat fitted, pram down sues, all ready really, just a few bits and bobs to sort but the 'major' things achieved. Well done Us. 

Lauren leaves for Uni Friday, very very proud of her, shes super excited got lots of plans and ideas buzzing around her head, shell be fine, she has a good head on her shoulders. 
Will pop to see her place once shes settled in. 

Work is shit. Hate that place and hate her. Shes a bully. That simple.
Im not going to feel bad for being unwell and for looking after my wife. Never. 
Needs must. 

Got a feeling Baby will arrive Friday.

In a bit. x