I’ve finally got some time from the last three days to blog-o-rama it up.

On Friday morning I got up early and left for work earlier than my usual snails pace. Before I had a chance to walk down the front steps my phone went off. It was a text from mum alerting me to dilation measurements and other such things to help you keep your breakfast down. I was going to be an uncle by lunchtime, or so it said. Yeah, right.

I went to work with a skip in my step… or something. After months of waiting, my prediction that I would have a niece was nigh…

Complications abound (she decided to come out sideways, drifting into the d-dimension) ruined that prediction and bets followed. I put a lazy ten down for a girl at about 9.30pm. Dad was a bit more accurate with 11.15pm, girl, via c-section (off by about ten minutes). I didn’t know that birth method was being taken into account, otherwise I would have added c-section, given the long history of big Blundell babies, and the fact that myself and my brothers are all c-section for life.

11.25pm, my baby niece arrived into this crazy world, with her father’s nose and all. Some time later myself and Rob arrived, only to see the new parents and baby for all of 50 seconds before being kicked out by a nurse. We drove all night, for just that. Not enough time to get a photo on even my cellphone. We saw the nurse showing Tamati how to wipe baby-poo, we got to talk briefly with the exhausted Sarah, and that was that.

Still, that nurse was lovely, in comparison to the bitch ER receptionist whose attitude problem mixed with my (minor) alcohol consumption may have resulted in cold fusion. Patsy, if that’s your real name, I’m thinking of two words, and one of them is “off.” You haggard arrogant cow.

What a relief that it was a girl, with the lovely name “Sadie Elizabeth Blundell.” The pressure has been on me for some years now to settle down and have kids, in the hope that I would produce a great grand-daughter for my grandfather. This was pressure from a small part of the extended family only, as a discussion with grandad indicated that he didn’t care either way, and would rather that I ran my life my way, rather than throw it away ‘for him’ as some may have preferred.

So congrats to Tamati and Sarah, I can’t wait to catch up and actually see my darling niece for more than a minute