Little Lady

It's a girl!

I can't believe it.

The ultrasound was truly brilliant. Me and all the smith boys went in to see the new little sister in action. She is a very normal, and very active little lady. Yippee! The relief that no abnormalities were detected is huge, although traditionally my kids wait till they are born to manifest their unique and interesting illnesses.

Granny and I ran to the shops as soon as we found out the gender. I didn't go too crazy on the pink and flowery gear, but let's just say that their is now a smocked frock in the house.


Something weird happened that took me a little by surprise. We had only known the sex of the baby for two days and I experienced two separate occasions where people speculated on the baby's potential "figure". Not, will she look like you or Phil, or will she look like her brothers but what sort of "figure" she would have. I am gobsmacked and appalled. Is this all it boils down to for a chick. Whether she has a big arse, short legs, looks like a whippet?

Cut her some slack on the promotion of a fucked-up-body- image, ladies, she is not even born yet.

Minibreak

No, I didn't take any photos on our minibreak with our beloved friends to the east coast of the island. I could attempt to describe the pristine white sand of the beach where we played and its aquamarine wasters. I could also attempt to describe the damp rainforest beauty of the waterfalls we took the children to see. Both were experiences of our beautiful island at its best.

However attempting to describe the decor of our budget accommodation is utterly out of the question. Words fail me. I'll just say that it was like how my husband describes the town we live in "It's shit but its cheap." And cheap is good.

The kids had a blast. The growns up were tired (as all parents of young'uns are) but, speaking at least for myself, were very happy to be in each other's company.

Here are some photos of the sites we saw that I have ... ahem, 'borrowed' from the internet.

It gives you an idea of the .... serenity.

My guys and my guts

So here are the latest pics from our trip to visit Aunty D. She takes a beaut pic.

We had a lovely Anzac break in the south of the island. Aunty D spoiled us and happens to cook the finest lamb chops in christendom.

However we stayed an extra day. We wagged.

The luthier wagged his luthier-ing, J and hospital S both wagged school and I wagged my appointment.

"No big deal", I hear you say, "You can always make another hospital appointment". Unfortunately , on the island, things are not so easy. It will take 7 weeks for me to get another appointment at which point I will be more than halfway through my 'confinement'. Grouse! The island's antenatal clinic is obviouslyworking overtime to accommodate all the bogans having their 'plasma' babies .

Lucky I am not freaking out that nooone has checked that there is only one baby inside my rapidly growing gut. Just to be sure I am off to the gp for an ultrasound referal.