The littlest ginger arrives, and she's not a ginger

I still take the crappest photos in the history of the world, but she's so cute you don't even notice huh?


Antonia Helene - born 4th August 2011 (I think - that was Thursday a week ago right? Turns out it's not just the husband that needs these things tattooed on himself) at 9.41am. A bit rough that on your last night pre-baby you find yourself setting the alarm for about 5.30am so you can be at the hospital for a 7am kick off. Still, beats a surprise 2am trip. Or even abandoning dinner at 5pm the night before the scheduled c-section because the little blighter has barely moved all day and needs monitoring to make sure she's ok in there. It was good dinner too. Although, I did get a McDonald's apple pie on the way home from the hospital to make up for it. Caught me by surprise that the hot contents caution was actually necessary though - I very nearly dropped the thing on the belly covering my lap, so unexpected was the hot contents. Seriously, who ever buys a hot apple pie from McDonalds, thinking it's actually going to be hot?)

And now, I need a couple of litres of coffee.

(Also, FYI - you haven't missed anything at all since my last post, except much pregnancy-related whinging. And a cardigan, affectionately known as my blanket with sleeves, that ended up rather enormous because I bollocksed up the pattern, but did keep me busy while I could barely move off the couch. I've started another one that looks a little less like a layer of bedding (at this stage) but photos could be way, way off - not only do I end up forgetting what I'm doing before I've barely started but the little ginger sneezed on the Netbook I upload my photos to and it turns out that little kid sneezes are not only disgusting, but they also have the power to 90% fry electronics. Bless)