*insert suitably happy inspiring classical music aria here*

For lo, I came home and there was internet.

Hallelujah.


*flails happily in circles*

Has sir by any chance gone sir-on-one with a troll before? No?

So yes! There is now, quite unexpectedly, home internets. Hurrah! This automatically means that I must bore on about the upcoming arrival of my kid as it has been decreed that that is the only thing I am allowed to think about at the moment. I don't know who came up with that or why I wasn't warned in advance but there you go. How rude. Could be worse I suppose - although what if I can never think about anything else? Like, forever? Or the next eighteen years at least. I may die. I am doing my own head in.

That aside, have a scan pic. I will tell you what I think about scan pictures under the cut. Possibly it is not what prospective parents are supposed to think on first viewing their precious little baby but what can you do?

( Scribble's first ever public appearance! )

OK, enough blathering about that. I am off to do chores and then spend the evening revelling in my newly-restored internets. HURRAH!