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About the blob

There are 11 of us in my mother’s group, and I’m number 10 of 11 to be pregnant with #2. (#11 is preggers too.) The first time ’round, we all had a pretty even split of boys and girls – 6 and 5 respectively.

But the second time ’round, everyone started getting boys. And the more boys we got as our Number Twos, the more we marvelled over the math. Because that’s like flipping a coin n number of times, and getting Heads n times in a row. That’s pretty spesh.

Which is why I think I’ve been suspecting that New Blob (for want of a better name) is going to be a Girl Blob. Law of averages and all that. Because what is the likelihood that there would be 10 little boys in a row, right?

Turns out, the probability is 0.0009765625.

Yes, we are proud and shiny to announce that New Blob is a Boy Blob! Which means we now have what Australians charmingly refer to as a Pigeon Pair – one of each. I should have known better than to trust my gut on this one, because the last time I hazarded a guess for Arddun, I was wrong too.

Our ultrasound technician this time has over 30 years’ experience, and was adamant about his sex. (“Definitely a boy. Loooots of photos of his penis.”) Except of course, all we saw were shadows amidst constantly moving legs, and had to take her word for it. I found myself laughing. At the math. At the fact that I know so very little about little boys. At the realisation that Arddun is going to be a big sister to a little brother. At the sheer and utter joy of knowing I am going to have a son. I have a son.

That was almost 2 weeks ago. A few things since then…

  • At my MIL’s clever suggestion, we have been gently reminding Arddun that the baby is her little brother. And that she is like Peppa Pig, about to have a little baby brother, George. Except that his name won’t be George, any more than her name is Peppa. It gets confusing for 3-year-olds.
  • Arddun still seems more thrilled about cats and dogs.
  • Because we are packing to move eventually – and to de-clutter the house so we can give the illusion of living splendidly organised lives during any open houses we might be giving in the near future – we have been sorting through Arddun’s baby clothes. Omigoodness, so gobsmackingly cute and tiny they are! And there are so many pieces I can never throw away because they were all from my mother. The trouble is… even though we had assiduously stayed away from Too Much Pinky Pink Pink clothes… Arddun’s clothes are still decidedly girly. We salvaged quite a few tights and socks and some tops, but the rest are going to good homes one day. IF I ever get my butt in gear to sell them at a Baby & Kids’ market.
  • We found a name for Boy Blob! Which just means we might change our minds a few times more before we actually meet Boy Blob. Which is why we aren’t telling anyone his name yet.
  • I bought my first piece of baby boy clothing… which turned out to be this cream onesie with a faux cotton Mandarin-collar shirt over the top. For $6! How not to buy???

Super Sweet Blog Award

Just for a little bit of fun…

aworkingmum was kind enough to nominate me for a Super Sweet Blog Award.


I’m rather gratified and a little shamefaced, because many of my posts really don’t qualify as Super Sweet. Perhaps an award for the Clueless Parent blog or A Tad Panicky post might be more apt. But hey, I am not complaining. I’ll take what I can get! :)

So this is me, passing on the love…


The rules for the award

  • Thank the blogger(s) who gave you the award and link back to their blog.
  • Nominate other blogs for this award and let them know.
  • Post the award on your blog.
  • Answer 5 questions:
  1. Cookies or Cake?
    Cookies. I am rather partial to giant chewy choc-chip ones.
  2. Chocolate or Vanilla?
    CHOCOLATE. Vanilla is acceptable, if only for the enhancement of the chocolate.
  3. Favourite sweet treat?
    Hands down, the Cafe Grande Connoisseur Ice Cream. Here’s why: chocolate covered almonds. Hamana hamana hamana…
  4. When do you crave sweet things the most?
    When I’m settling down with a nice pot of hot, black tea.
  5. If you had a sweet nickname, what would it be?
    For this, I had to ask the husband.
    : “If you had a sweet nickname, what would it be?”
    Tony: “If I had a sweet nickname?”
    Me: No, the question is for me. If I had to be given a nickname pertaining to a sweet, what would it be? You know… sugar plum, gumdrop, honeybun…
    Tony: What about “sweet cheeks”?
    Me: Erm… I think that could be construed as something to do with my butt, and this is going to go on my blog, so…

Conclusion: we don’t know. My nicknames have never had anything to do with me being sweet.

My nominees

  • Drawings For Jade – a real charming blog and such a lovely idea capturing their life together through drawings
  • Mum Turned Mom – new blog on the block, but already one I’m looking forward to reading more, because I completely identify with moving country.
  • Lethargic Smiles – until I read her blog, I had no idea what POTS was or thought very hard about what it must be like to be young and living with chronic illness. This blogger has such a terrific outlook on life, though. No self-pity, and a real trooper about things.
  • Twinzees – my figurative hat’s off to mothers of multiples! Also, this mama takes excellent photos, and manages to capture the moment both in word and image so well.
  • Living, Loving, Laughing – a shout-out to now three-times mummy (well, the third one is very much on the way!) who has chronicled the life and times of her household almost every day this year in the 366 project! Such an achievement, especially when you realise that she suffers from acute morning sickness (yes, same as Princess Kate), and has two littlies whom Arddun adores.

And finally, a thank you again to aworkingmum, aka Shaiana (what a gorgeous name!) who is a cheerful single mother of two, and who still manages to kick massive monkey butt in Uni while looking rather awesome.

I love the blogosphere.


If Arddun hadn’t woken up an hour earlier than usual, she wouldn’t have suddenly dozed off in the car at 11:15am instead of 1:00pm.

If she hadn’t dozed off at 11:15am, I would have gone to the Canberra Centre as planned, instead of deciding to lengthen the car ride by driving over to Fyshwick.

If I hadn’t headed over to Fyshwick, I wouldn’t have had mobile reception above ground because I would have been parking the car in the basement of the Canberra Centre.

If I hadn’t had mobile reception, I wouldn’t have heard the phone ring.

If Arddun hadn’t been sleeping, I wouldn’t have pulled over to the side of the road to turn the phone off.

If I hadn’t wanted to turn my phone off, I wouldn’t have noticed the caller.

And I wouldn’t have spoken to the director of the childcare centre of our first choice, and learnt that because another family had gotten an overseas posting, there is a vacancy in the toddler’s room. Would I be happy with three days a week next year?


I’m not one to view God as a bit of a genie in a bottle, or claim that every path we take in life is a direct result of godly scheming. (I believe more that God has control over everything, but He also created natural law, and He gave us all freedom of choice. He is not arbitrary and whimsical. More on that another time, perhaps.)

But having looked at how elegantly this had fallen in place… I can’t help but marvel.

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