Oh Baby !

The most disconcerting thing in life is when there is a need for your body to desperately hit the bed but your mind does the whole lot to keep you from nodding off. Before I went to sleep, she tells me she wants one more baby. Could it be like, oh – ok, I will go and get one from Coles or Tesco?

I am almost a socialist when it comes to planning. I like no surprises, I like things to be shared and I like a somewhat monotonous life. We had decided that there will be only one baby and if we wanted one more, we could always adopt. That was the plan.

Monica: Nuggie, one more baby!
I: What do you mean?
Monica: One more baby, you bloody idiot!
I: Yeah, I am fine with it. We can adopt one – any country, any ethnic group you opt for.
Monica: Oh, that won't work. I cannot breast feed!!

Aha!! Ze woman has been planning on words for a while now. I can feel she is overworked by my little rascal at home and she wants to have another little troublemaker so that the two imps can play together rather than exasperate mummy all the time?

Now I am at work, a walking android. Mind still at home.