First off, I'm exhausted. I was up until close to 5am watching the 83rd Academy Awards with a friend. We were largely disappointed with the winners of the big two awards. We both felt that David Fincher should have won 'best director' and his film The Social Network' should have won 'best film' but alas, it was not to be. Tom Hooper and The King's Speech took them home.
Anywho, I was woken up at about 9am by the wife who is incapable of letting other people sleep around her if she is awake. It's a subconscious thing. She doesn't know she's doing it. Bitch. We had to be at the hospital for 11am for our 12 week scan. I pretended to sleep for another hour or so, let my friend out and had a shower. Then, after a mad dash to the hospital we were seen fairly quickly and told that the baby looked fine, just fine which was something of a relief. En route to the hospital and while we waited I gulped down a can of Relentless Juiced energy drink. It didn't really help.
Our next appointment, 20 weeks, is on the 21st of April which is also the Queen's birthday, don't you know.
I dropped her off at work, went to ASDA to pick up some bits and bobs, came home and played some Call of Duty : Black Ops (hitherto referred to as CODBO).
I'm currently sat at my computer, obviously, listening to Julian Casablancas' solo album Phrazes for the Young for the billionth time. I had been listening to some Jon Hopkins but somehow switched to this.
Given that I'm not really doing anything today except trying not to fall asleep this won't be an earth shattering first blog post, but I'll attach a picture of the the scan below to liven things up.
