Something in my eye

Father's day was never something that registered with me, it never really came into my radar.

I woke yesterday morning in a self inflicted haze, to find ET standing over me.

My fear that she was about to beat me about the head and face with a bedside lamp or some such weapon was luckily found to be uncalled for.

She presented me with a gift and card, the card read as follows:

I'm somewhat concerned as to where ET may have developed paper cuts in retrieving the card, but for a six week old embryo with a couple of buds for hands, that is some nifty penmanship.

Another day of moronic grinning followed.

The nuts & seeds of the matter

My child is the size of an apple seed. One whole seventeenth of an inch long.

Within a couple of weeks it will be up to one third of an inch. At that rate of growth, in two months it will be taller than I was in college.

What is more interesting is that in the last week or so, it's heart started beating. ET would say that the fact it possesses one means it's already more evolved than it's father.

I'm not sure how something the size of an apple seed can even have a beating heart, so either it is something they make up to stop us getting bored of it all, or it's the most fascinating feat in all of biological history.

We are now past the 5 week mark and into the sixth. The predominant symptom is face ache from grinning like an idiot and an inability to focus on anything for more than twenty seconds.

That's me anyway.

ET is exhausted. Utterly. Totally. Her body has decided to take to this pregnancy like a squirrel, and is insisting she hibernates through the entire thing. I have to wait at her bus stop to knock on the window to wake her. Otherwise she'll end up in Paris some evening.

I have also set her alarm for February next year, should the contractions not wake her.

Unfortunately, unlike squirrels who hibernate in the wild, my nuts may not last the Winter.