Turns out that the title of the last post was a little bit too accurate. I've been as sick as the proverbial pooch since Thursday :really appalling migraine of the tossing up my toes variety. Couldn't even keep a teaspoon of water down for long enough to take the migraine meds until Saturday :[
I had to call friend Robyn to pick David up on Friday and she willingly drove 15km, arrived with a bunch of flowers, took one look at me and packed him back in the car for a trip to Bendigo. He was delivered back home 3 hours later with half a BBQ chicken for his dinner. Now THAT'S what I call a friend!
So I'm rather glad that Ms Rosie waited until tonight to go into labour. It's early hours yet. In fact about the only sign is a lot of very soft bleating. She probably won't actually get to the business end until about 4 am but there's no point in trying to go to bed. I'm the world's worst sleeper at the best of times, so the fact that I've been up since 5 this morning makes no nevermind.
So long as this isn't a false alarm.
which apparently it was - after a largely sleepless night no babies so far. Maybe she was just complaining about the rain,
I'm fine ...just a little fuzzy around the edges... and it will totally be worth it once we have kids. Everyone keep fingers and toes crossed for a safe delivery please as this is the first time for both Rosie and moi :] Shee-it I wasn't this nervous when the grandpeanut was due. Maybe because there were people around who knew what the flipping heck they were doing.