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.



Hang in there!
i hope it all happens soon
Oh dear, pepper?! maybe a big sneeze would do the trick
I take it you haven’t given my suggestions a go yet??
Oh yes we have. It was as hot as we could manage (not that hot).