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Wednesday, 25 October 2006

Bauer's Back - SPOILER ALERT!

Yesterday Fox released a trailer for season 6 of 24, which finally answered some of my lingering questions left over after the immense cliff hanger of season 5, but at the same time launched a thousand more!

Having now seen it (3 times!) I can safely say that this season is going to rock! The tag line this year simply being "For America to survive, Jack Bauer must die".

That sentence alone sends a shiver of excitement through my veins, but it also fills me with utter dread. Jack Bauer IS 24! Can they really kill him off? How do they make a series without him? Would I watch it without him? I don't think I would!

The trailer also answers another major question left over from season 5. Who is the new president? I am happy to say that it is none other than Mr Wayne Palmer, brother of the deceased David who was assassinated at the beginning of season 5.

The trailer is available from: http://www.24trailer.com/ take a look! It looks a lot slicker, quicker and damn more 'Hollywood' than earlier season's.

All I have to do now is to wait until February… grrrr.

Thursday, 19 October 2006

An overnight stay and yet more new feelings

Last night I got a call from Steph's mum "Adam, it's Pat, Stephanie is here crying that her stomach hurts, so I am going to the hospital so they can reassure her".

At which point I thought "OK, no worries, probably something over nothing, go see the doctor and he will tell her everything is fine". Which, as it transpired, is exactly what happened.

I received the call at work, just as I was leaving, so I had to endure a half hour walk to Charing Cross, plus an hour train journey to Dartford, in which the only company I had was my imagination.

By the time I had got to Dartford, and flagged a taxi down to take me to Darent Hospital I was full of worse case scenario's and panic!

After I had been briefed by the doctors, Steph and her mum, it became clear to me that the baby was absolutely fine and the problem lay in Steph's "water", which showed signs of an infection - as a precaution they would be keeping her in overnight.

Both of us endured sleepless night's as we struggled to cope without each others company, or in Steph's case a rock hard bed and women arriving through the night after giving birth to their own children!

Bright and early this morning I was back up at Darent to get the overnight latest, and hopefully bring Steph home - which was the plan, but I hadn't banked on the four hour wait for some antibiotics!

All's well that ends well, but sitting in the delivery room last night, I became aware of a sheer feeling of excitement as I took in the machinery and medicinal smell of the room itself. I had mental images in my mind of the baby being born, blood everywhere and me puking politely in the nearest corner.

Another sensation I felt was this morning, sitting in the ward next to Stephanie who was lying in bed was shear frustration! Opposite us was a lady who had just given birth to her first child - a son. Next to her was a lady who had a girl by cesarean section, and finally to Stephs left was another women, with another son. Steph's bed had beside it, a cot, ready for a baby, and a formal sign on the cabinet which read "please place your baby back in it's cot before you go to sleep", all of which were things we should be seeing in six weeks time, not right now!

I sat and watched the women feeding their newborns, Dad's turning up looking like Cheshire Cat's an laden with flowers and balloons, all the time thinking "I want my Baby now!".

Time will fly by, I know, and I will soon be writing all the clich├ęs in the world how wonderful it was etc, but these little stages of realisation, for me, have been the best parts of the pregnancy. The feelings that have grown as the pregnancy has gone on, and the excitement that is now building is quite incredible!

Monday, 16 October 2006

An intriguing discovery and potential dillema

Apparently the length of a pregnant ladies bump should equate in centimetres to the amount of weeks they are pregnant. Any higher or any less and the doctors start wanting to know why.

Stephanie, being 32 weeks pregnant is expected to have a bump 32cm long. She was told today that she is a whopping 36! That would make the baby four weeks away from delivery!

The doctors now want to know if we are having a baby elephant (their words not mine), or if Stephanie is carrying a lot of water! I am actually hoping for a bigger baby because I don't want to be there when the dam that is holding all that water finally breaks! I cannot imagine that it smells particularly nice!

One blessing is that we now get to have another scan, which is great news for both of us, as we had such emotional experiences during out last two visits.

I do however have a slight worry over this third scan.

As the baby is going to be a lot bigger this time around and a lot more developed, I am slightly concerned that we may actually get an accidental glimpse of what sex the baby is, (I know some of my friend's reading this are probably thinking "not if he takes after his Dad!") and that if we do it will spoil the surprise for us both!

What then do we do? Is it possible for the nurse to show our baby without showing off it's distinguishing features, or do we have a scan where only the nurse view's the screen?

I can't see either of us sitting in that room with the baby on the screen and neither of us watching, so I guess we are both reliant on the nurse being cunning with her scanning wand, and hoping that the baby doesn't buck the Bird trend and accidentally reveal itself to us both!
Either way, I will of course keep everyone up to date with all the latest news!

Tuesday, 10 October 2006

Budding Bono or Kelly Jones?

Last night, Steph and I were sitting vegged out on the sofa, as we normally are during the week!

I was telling her about a song I had downloaded on my Ipod and asked her to listen to it!

As she was sitting listening to the music she felt Baby Bird starting to fidget! I was in the kitchen at the time, making sandwiches for work today, but when I came back she asked me to sit and watch!

She started to listen to One by U2, and it was at this point that the baby really started to move! I was watching the ipod balancing on Steph's bump moving up and down - something that was quite freaky as well as exciting!

I decided at this point to conduct an experiment.

Could we determine the babies sex depending on the response to music Steph played on the ipod?

I asked her to play a Spice Girls track (this is only on my ipod because I copied an old dance album and somehow have not got around to deleting it!), just to see what the reaction was. As it was playing the kicking and movement abated, and the ipod was not moving up and down so much. Hmmm.... interesting!

I decided then to play another "masculine" song, 'Billy Davies Daughter' by the Stereophonics!

As soon as the song started to play Steph's stomach started to move like I hadn't seen it before! It was completely amazing! For the duration of the whole track Steph’s bump was pulsating and trembling. I was slightly disturbed at one point and began having visions of a foot or a hand pushing it's way out of Steph's bump like in Alien or some other horror/sci-fi movie!

Steph and I were completely blown away, and spent the rest of the evening debating what our impromptu scientific experiment actually meant! Was the baby moving due to the distress of hearing Kelly Jones and Bono's voices, or was the baby relaxing whilst Ginger Spice and friends butchered Steph’s ears?

I am quite happy to believe that Baby Bird is a rock n roll star in the making and the music was early inspiration for his long and successful career!

Sunday, 8 October 2006

Bird Bonding

I was invited last week to spend the day in France yesterday with my Dad, Granddad and Jessica's boyfriend James.

The itinerary was to spend some time visiting World War I battlefields, having a spot of lunch and visiting the hypermarket for some bargains.

Normally the idea of World War 1 battlefields would have sent me to sleep and I would politely decline, but I thought it would be a great idea to spend the day with my Dad and Gramps, especially as I haven't really spent that much 'quality' time with Dad over the past few years.

As we were only going to be there for a day we would only be paying a flying visit at one battlefield, Vimy Ridge.

When we arrived I was completely awestruck about what I saw.

It was as if I had landed on a lunar landscape that had been turfed over and millions of trees planted on top. I had seriously under prepared myself for what to expect.

My only previous knowledge about the Great War had been gotten from Ben Elton, whom wrote "The First Casualty", a novel hardly scratching the surface of the atrocities that took place.

Having been inspired by what I had seen I suddenly become full of questions and felt a huge sense of awe for the people who had been killed in the very places I was walking.

I discovered that the lunar type landscape had been caused by the shear amount of munitions that had exploded during the course of the war - it really needs to be seen to believed.

The trees I described earlier had been planted by the Canadians, whom lost nearly 15,00 men in the space of a few minutes, a number which I am still struggling to get my head around.

Time was short; we only managed a short walk through the Canadian trenches, a tour of the visitor centre and a visit to the cemetery.

Dad mentioned coming back again and spending a lot longer looking around the ridge, exploring the underground tunnels that the Allies dug in order to surprise the Germans, and visiting other famous sites such as the Somme.

This time, instead of stifling a yawn I was asking when and nodding enthusiastically at the thought.

I hope that next time I go I will be able to write a better account of what I have seen; it is very hard to write about something that I have such little knowledge about.

My real message today is that if anyone does offer you to opportunity to do something, you may not want to go, or it may not appeal to you, but take it, you never know what you might learn, or discover!


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Image: Canadian Cemetery

Canadian Cemetery


Image: Canadian Cemetery: Another View

Canadian Cemetery - Another view


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