20% of a job well done is not very useful at all

I got knocked up by accident just after Damien and I decided to think about maybe trying to have a baby; which was great because it meant that we didn't have to do all that tedious 'paying attention' to fertility cycles and shit. But I lost it at 9 weeks, which is not uncommon, so now we have to start over.

This is a shame because the baby was due on 24 November and I like November, conceptually, as a time of year to be born in. Probably because that's when my birthday is. Also, it turns out that Damien's uni mate Kachig is having his second baby right at that time, so they would have been the same age.

Oh well.

I was quite upset about it for a few weeks afterward, but I am OK now.

I was also really looking forward to getting out of work for 6 months or so because my job is beginning to piss me off a bit. Well, not my actual job. It's my workplace and some of my colleagues that are the cause of the irritation; but that is a very complex and quite boring tale for another time.