Sebastian Anthony Jon finally decided to enter the world, 8 days late, on 16th August at 23:23pm. He weighed 8lbs 8oz and measured 51cms long. The labour was a very long 20 hours and very stressful but the end result is totally worth it.

“Did you move house again?”

“…No, why? ”

“Just last time I read on your blog you said you were moving”

“Mum, I told you not to go on my blog anymore!”

“I wasn’t”

“But you just said you did…”

“Well everyone in Hedland is reading it, like (proceeds to list a lot of names of people I do and do not know)”

crickets chirp

“Besides what about the rest of the world”

“What?”

“The rest of the world is reading your blog, do you like strangers from all over the world reading your ‘personal’ blog? You put it on the internet, it’s out there for everyone else to read”

“But it doesn’t mean you can!”

I suppose she has a point, I just don’t like people who actually know me to read this, especially my own mother, but thats what my portfolio blog is for. I am almost tempted to put this whole website on private, or at least post protected.

Everyone in my family has been sick with some sort of flu for the last 2 weeks. First it started off in my dad’s household. I’m not entirely sure who the culprit was, but since my dad never gets sick I have my suspicions¹. Then my sister who lives with him (but stays with us mostly) got sick, and brought it to my home. I tried my best to avoid getting sick, because I hate being sick and because I know the last one to catch it always gets it worse. I stayed away from her, didn’t share drinks or food with anyone and tried everything I could.

Then on Monday Carl got it. He was so sick he had to take the week off work. It was also his birthday on Thursday and my sisters on Tuesday. We are having a joint party tonight, and I had planned on getting very drunk. I hadn’t even let Carl kiss me all week, scared I would get the flu. Last night I was really tired and had a major headache. I was wishing it was nothing and I would be fine.

Today I woke up with a sore throat, aches all over and a stuffy nose. I had tried my best not to get sick and here I was in bed and I felt like I was dying. So much for enjoying the party tonight.

^{1. My dad has recently let his girlfriend’s daughter and boyfriend move in the spare room.}