Still no sign of the new baby.
Christ on a bike! What the hell do you have to do to get a birth around these parts?
Its six days overdue now.
This wouldn't be an issue if the lady's nesting instinct wasn't in overdrive. She's fastidious at the best of times. But now. Oh, heaven help us.. Carpets are being beaten. Wooden floors have been vacuumed, swept and mopped until the varnish has all but dissapeared. The brushed-steel stove is now smooth and shiny. Both myself and our daughter are covered in a thick crust of polish. Somebody stop her!
How the hell did I get here? Bewildered rants from a stay at home dad. A disenfranchised rummage around the bottom of the nappy bin.
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