Everything old is new again for the moment!

Howdy team, and apologies for the silence at this end. As I alluded to the other day, I'm stuck in Nerd Paradise right now, and thank the Lord, ma flight has been delayed!

I'm not actually anywhere other than the study, in case you're confused. It's just that I'm having such a wonderful time with my new techie toys. It's not often that Mrs Mac and I splash out with our hard-earned dollars, but what with our baby girl coming and all, it's been a time for transition and new beginnings.

As such, what was the study when I started this blog a couple of weeks ago is in the process of becoming the baby's room, and what was effectively known as the "guitar room" is now the study. Rereading all of that now, it does tend to give the impression that we live this swanky lifestyle and I'm some sort of Richard Gere character, showing the Rolling Stone reporter around the east wing and oh this is the guitar room, because music is my real passion, not acting or gerbils, no, definitely music.

But we're not like that, the guitar room only took on that moniker because the most outstanding feature in this supposed bedroom belonging to an as-yet-childless couple were a few guitars, most of them pretty crappy and old really, nothing like Mr Gere's guitar collection I'm sure, although possibly safer to touch with your bare hands. "The Guitar Room" sounded better than "That Room Between The Bathroom And The One We Dump Our Clothes In, You Know, The One Where We Keep The Hand Me Down Bookshelves And The Dust".

So, getting back to the point, with the new study taking shape, it seemed like a good time to update the old computer, and with one of the main goals being to minimise the amount of stuff in our house, the minimalist Imac seemed a good choice. And I'm enjoying it immensely.

Mrs M is taking the day off tomorrow. I've been urging her to do this for a few weeks because she's realllllly tired and I think we need to look at the bigger picture with stuff like this at the moment. Getting sick due to just being run down would be crappy, especially if it might be preventable, so I think it's a good idea that she has a rest. Preferably without the excitable geek in the guitar room study yelling out every five minutes "Hey, look at how cool THIS is!"...

The last week or so our little daughter has started to move about. What started with (in Mrs M's words) some feelings like a tiny bubble has burst somewhere low on the bump, has now progressed to the point where she's feeling more definite movements. I suppose it would be a combination of the baby getting bigger, with slightly less room, and stronger and more mobile as she grows, as well as possibly the mother becoming more attuned to what it feels like and therefore "listening" for it. Anyway, it's pretty cool, and I can't wait till it gets strong enough so that I can feel it for myself when I put my hand on her tummy.

We were just saying yesterday how weird it is to think that this place, our house, which up until now has been solely the domain of us two supposed "adults", is now going to be hers too. It will be all that she knows, and where she grows up. Wow.

Damn, I can't wait to meet the little bugger.

cheers,
Macca