old wives

When last we spoke I was all of a tizz, frantically rushing around the house in an effort to remember all the tiny little things one brings to the hospital. I had barely enough time to post a well-crafted sentence or two, before rushing, maternity ward-bound, to greet the new arrival.

Or so I thought…

It was something of a false alarm. I could go into the details, but frankly this is a family blog, and there are some things that are best left in the delivery suite.

So, the new arrival is now a week late. Stress, irritation.

Old wives’ tales that, 10 days ago, we would have laughed at, now seem quite sensible. Dangle 5 cent coins? It could work. Castor oil? Not sure what that is, but at this stage it’s a possible.

Running
9km yesterday morning around Lilydale lake.

5 Responses to “old wives”

  1. Hang in there!

  2. i hope it all happens soon

  3. Oh dear, pepper?! maybe a big sneeze would do the trick

  4. I take it you haven’t given my suggestions a go yet??

  5. Oh yes we have. It was as hot as we could manage (not that hot).

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