I am starting to get a little concerned about myself.

I’m spending waaaay too much time sat at a desk; half the time writing evening classes, half the time surfing the net. I’ve even found myself signing up to Twitter, which strikes me as vaguely pointless as I don’t think I know anyone else who is signed up to it. Though, and people who knew me when I was 17 will find this hilarious/disturbing, Wendy & Lisa are on there, so now I can share their daily trivia. Strangely, it’s not that fascinating; I must be growing up or something. Now I really want to buy myself a netbook so I can gad about and do work all over the place wirelessly. I did try the laptop thing a few years ago, but find them a pain in the arse to lug around and now they have these new fandangly lightweight mini things. After some intense negotiation with Jo it’s been agreed that I can indulge myself in an Aspire One in May when I become sole at home parent, and then I’ll be able to blog, write, and surf yada yada yada from anywhere. Allowing for baby vomit on the keyboard, of course.

The imminent arrival of Wolfie Sparks (Jo has vetoed Wolfgang Spartacus as a name, but I think a nickname will suffice), who shall be formally known as Ben, combined with summer weather in this neck of the woods means that Jo is a little housebound. Aside from going to work, of course. I mean why wouldn’t you be in the office a week before you’re due to give birth? I suppose I could go out and do my own thing, but I would feel a little disloyal/unsupportive. Instead we’ve been mostly watching ‘Battlestar Galactica’…

I swear I wasn’t going to watch it, but my fellow TV goober Kim, stitched me up by dumping 4 seasons of BG in our letterbox just before Christmas. We are now mid-way through the 3rd series and it’s all terribly serious. I would like to think I’ve simply been charmed by the presence of Mary McDonnell as El Presidente, but I am also using it to realise my current Spartacus fixation – are the cylons the slave rebellion? Will the 12th cylon be Kirk Douglas? On which note, is America such a vile place that voting in an African-American is so radical? ‘They’ keep going on about how anyone can be voted President now, but I won’t be holding my breath for a disabled lesbian. In any context.

What other excitement? Pre-birth Ben managed to kick me in the head yesterday. Ta for that. Gert & I have been continuing our outdoorsy odyssey up and down the many and varied trails across Mount Victoria, combining hearty fresh air hikes with tennis ball chasing.

Why do they always seem to use Clannad-esque music to convey pathos on these TV shows? It’s very distracting.

I am also discovering that sleep deprivation starts pre-birth, which is odd seeing as I’m not pregnant. Jo is finding it increasingly difficult to get comfortable at night despite a vast amount of pillows propping her up from every angle and that, in turn, means I get about as much sleep. Thankfully I work from home, so there’s nowhere to be at 9am (except staggering up the aforementioned trails) and I can self-medicate with coffee.

In other news, I saw a headline today stating that there’s a glut of NZ wine. I’m still wary of the booze, these days it screws with my mind and my sleep, so I’ve taken to just the occasional glass of something fancy (Beach House Syrah is my current choice) because it seems like such a phenomenal waste to live in one of the best wine-producing countries in the world and not take advantage. Still keeping my eyes open for a good local viognier in memory of Maurice Goldsmith. Reckon I’m going to become one of those parents who has the odd shandy at Christmas and birthdays? Gets a bit giddy and embarrassing after 2 glasses of sherry?