I was 'ripe' for promotion, getting up to the next level in my career in the Military.....
.... and it happened
I was called into the CEO's office for debriefing, when I saw it.
The ugliest, most hideous painting I'd ever seen in my life. I couldn't keep my eyes off it.
Biting my tongue a lot, all through the debriefing, I couldn't hold out any longer.....
..... and opened my BIG MOUTH.
How was I to know it was an anniversary gift from his wife, and he'd carefully picked it out himself???
Enraged, he demoted me on the spot to Junior Officer.
At least I've got the weekend off to spend time with my Ginny, who is blossoming all the time.
I don't know why I'm celebrating though. A demotion of all things.
Then it hit me.
A cut in pay ... a baby on the way .... no chance of getting into Journalism ...
I'm a terrible person!!!!!
Speaking of Ginny, she's got some weird cravings at present.
Pancakes.
She can't get enough of them, always craving them as soon as she wakes up.
Luckily for me, I made a huge batch of them the night before, so she didn't have to stand and cook them herself.
She did try her hand at making a spaghetti bolognese the other day.....
... with disastrous results.
I guess being pregnant, she was a little 'distracted' and burned the pan.
Gamely, she wolfed it all down, burned bits included, simply because she was so hungry.
Ginny was feeling a little 'stir crazy' the other day, so she went shopping.
I guess it's because she was keeping out of my way.
She got online to try to chat to friends .....
..... and broke the computer.
So guess who had to fix it?
Oh yes, I still haven't forgotten the last episode between the computer and myself, so I made sure I built up my mechanical skills, so there wasn't a repeat perfomance.
I can't be angry at her though. She's blooming so well with this pregnancy.
After a good old fashioned workout on the obstacle course last night, I felt dirty and grotty and decided to have a nice long soak in the bath.
That's when I heard the most hideous, blood curdling scream.
Coming from Ginny downstairs.
Thinking all kinds of wild thoughts.....
.... has she electrocuted herself?
Has she burned the kitchen?
Did we have any infestations of cockroaches?
Drying myself off as quickly as I could, I rushed down stairs, just in time to catch her in labour.
You'd think that we'd be prepared for all this.
Her overnight bag has been ready for weeks.
But, this little baby was so keen to get out and see the world that Ginny's contractions started a little early.
A dash to the hospital, just wasn't on the cards.
All I could do, was to stand there looking helpless as she puffed and panted and finally.....
... within an hour, out popped......
.......
A little .......
.......
...... girl.
We're calling her Helen and judging by her face, she's inherited her daddy's eyes.
But her mommy's hair colour.
So we're going to have a blonde haired, grey/blue eyed daughter.
I feel so proud.
Oh my god!!! I'm a dad!!! I'm just so not prepared for all this. I haven't a clue about babies!!!!
*breathe Ambrose, breathe*
Still in shock, and having the day off, I went to my old room, and redecorated it.
It felt so weird, seeing all those pretty pinks, instead of the blues and stuff.
Well, I guess I'd better step into those 'daddy' shoes now and start working on those hourly feeds and diaper changes.
See you around (hopefully, if I'm not too exhausted)
Signing out
Ambrose
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