So all things considered I am in a good mood. I only have Friday to get through with lectures and then I'm off for my two-week Easter break. Four weeks tomorrow I am headed up to Newcaste for a week and I absolutely cannot wait.
Things are going really well. I feel well in myself pregnancy-wise (though carting round these absolutely gigantic boobs is playing havok with my back!) and feeling confident about it all.
David went on the council list for housing and we've already been offered something, a two-bed flat that is literally right on the sea front...my dream home. He says its not spectacular, and needs a lick of paint but I don't care...its a roof over our heads, and when we wake up every morning we will open our curtains to the sea and the waves crashing over the rocks...bliss.
David is back at work now. He went out Last night, for the first time since Christmas, though he had to have a little push from me. He seems to think he should save every spare penny he has, but I told him he was entitled to enjoy himself too, and I love to know that he's out with the lads on the piss, laughing and enjoying himself. I know he's not gonna do it all the time and I don't wanna be a nagging girlfriend anyway. So he went out. I texted him a way into the night and told him I would ring him (we speak on the phone every night) at 11 and if he was still out to text me and tell me, cause I didn't wanna ring him while he was with his mates and having them ribbing him about it, lol. Of course, when I rang he was still in the pub and his mates were giving him hell (in a friendly way, they're nice guys) so I said I'd spare him the toture they'd inflict on him and ring him in the morning.
So my phone goes at midnight (he knows I never go to bed til the early hours, its just how I am) and its David. Totally and utterly pissed and warbling on about all sorts, the conversation when sort of like
HIM: Hello darlin...were you sleeping?
ME: No, babe, how was your night?
HIM: It was...it was...ssssuper...
ME: Good, I'm glad
HIM: Wishhhhhh you'd been here....
ME: What, to sit and listen to a bunch of blokes rambling on about golf...
HIM: We didn't just talk about golf! We talked about cricket...!
ME: (smiling) Whooppeee
HIM: hehe
ME: Are you drunk honey?
HIM: Aye no...haway darlin, you know I don't get drunk...
ME: Hmmm
HIM: Have I ever told you...(hiccups)..you're my soulmate? MY LADY the love of my life...?
ME: Yes, angel
HIM: And I love ya...
ME: Yes babe, you've mentioned it...(laughing)
HIM: Well I do...just wanted to say that. (sings in hideous Geordie accent) 'I just called...to say...I loooovvveeee yooooouuu....'
ME: (laughing hysterically, by this point my mum had come in the room, she was standing a good five metres away and could hear him singing) Okay, babes....
HIM: And I mean it from the bottom of my hheeeaaarrtttt...
ME: Awe...a serenade...
HIM: More where that came from...gonna sing to ya every morning and sing our baby to sleep...well, maybe not or she'll never sleep...I love ya babe...can't wait til May, need to hold ya in my arms...
ME: Me neither babes...wont be long now...you at work tomorrow?
HIM: Yep...first thing
ME: Maybes you should get some sleep then?
HIM: Okay babes...night night...sweet dreams...say goodnight to my babby...and to my future mum in law!
ME: I will...night darling, I love ya
My mum then shouted 'Act your age!', smiling at me as she said it. David then simply said...'My old man used to say to me...'Son...you're only as old as the woman you feel'...mind, he also used to say one day the Toon (Newcastle United) would win the cup...aint fuckin appened though, has it?...night babes...chat tomorrow...night...I'm sorry...
I started to tell him not to be sorry he had fun, but he had already gone.
I found out this morning that he had gone home in a taxi and fallen out of it outside his house. Our mutual friend who lives a few doors down from him had to go out and help him up off the garden and into his house. No mean feat, shes four foot nothing, he's six-two and very big built. Poor girl, lol.
I just spoke to him and he's had another great day at work, but he has a scrape down his arm thats really sore. He has no idea how it got there.
Bloody men....they need constant supervision...lol x
Life is good.
Peace to you all.
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