... fighting weight!

This is my first attempt at blogging (if indeed there is such a verb) and I started out with the intention of posting a blog each day. Having quickly realised (on day two) that this was probably not going to happen I did at least think that one every few days was probably going to be achievable, but no!! My poor readers, both of you(!), I'm so sorry for failing to update.... it won't happen again!

So what's been keeping me so busy? Well that's the thing, I can't think of a single thing that been stopping me but I swear I've never been so busy - busy doing nothing I guess! I've swapped my work office for my home office - I seem to spend at least three hours a day on my PC; updating social network sites, answering e-mails, updating contact lists, checking out URLs for new business ideas. Nothing really important but it sure uses up time.

Charlie is growing! I say this as though it's something that two week old babies don't normally do, but trust me, Charlie's weight has been something of an issue these last few weeks. The midwife visits have simply been renamed the weigh-ins as all they seem to be concerned about is whether or not Charlie has managed to gain those all important 2ozs since the last visit! It's becoming ridiculous... we've taken to feeding him till his eyes pop just before the visit is due. So desperate are we for Charlie to make the weight that we even experimented with small lead weights attached to his back using flesh coloured tape (I was convinced that this would work but Natalie was concerned that being collared would result in Social Services involvement so we shelved the plan).

I assume that all midwife visits are like this... it seems to me that we spend the first three months of life trying to gain as much weight as possible and then the rest of our lives being told we're obese!

Natalie and I have now concluded that we DON'T LIKE MIDWIVES and we're not letting them in to our house any more... we just hide when we see the car coming. We'll keep feeding Charlie pies until he's three stone, then we might let them back in!

On a completely different point, I'm still receiving loads of messages of support from ex-colleagues and friends... some of whom I've not spoken to for ages. It's really funny, but some people you think would be in touch have just gone missing and others who I never expected to hear from have been really kind. It's made me stop and think about previous colleagues of mine who've moved on... which sort of person was I?? I hope I made the effort to contact them and to wish them well... I'm sorry to say though that I'm not sure I always did.

I've been running (a long way!) and I've discovered it's great thinking time... today I had a great idea. It's staying secret for now but it might just be the one to take forward. I need to do some digging.....