It's quite strange being a new parent. At which wise words I guess all parents will nod sagely and agree. You see, it's like there's something that comes with the gas and air in hospital which makes time work differently. Only a few days ago, it kind of mattered what clocks said, whereas now they just happen to show the passing of the hours. 'Planning the day' is a quaint historical concept. When it comes to going out for the first time with Jessica, I'm sure we'll resort to military-style organisation, but until then, we'll just pootle along between feeds.

Anyway, at 6am today, we were actually rather pleased to see our first real poo. Yes, this is what it's come to. For the non-parents out there, this is actually quite a good thing, cos it means that her insides are processing food properly. I suspect that the pleasure will wear off though, probably by around 9am...