Historic last few days!
April 28th! A Thursday afternoon. 1.30PM Mercy hospital, Heidelberg
Punchi and I had lunch at the Burgundy cafe. They make superb Eggs Benedict with toasted ham! Nice.
This was before our our 20 week scan, which we were both quite nervous about. It was the sex scan.
The Australian lady operator was very sweet, friendly and efficient - as she navigated that odd sensor wand around Punchi's jelly coated belly! Luckily I wasn't overcome by an ill-timed fainting fit!
It seemed to take at least 30 minutes as she carefully checked all the fingers, toes, eyes, heart, everything! No problems which was obviously great news. There was one bit where the babba ("chubba") even blew a kiss at the camera apparently. We have a grainy picture which prove's it!
We excitedly awaited the news. Girl or boy?!
My instincts at the time were that it was a boy! Punchi's always had a gut feeling it was a boy!
I was thinking that I was first in our family, and Punchi's brother was first in their family.
Our genes were pointing that way!
Alrighty, the lady finally said. We can see here between the legs, a willy and 2 testies!
A boy!
Punchi was choked up with emotion, I was just stunned. But also elated. Happy! I had a grin on my face all afternoon. Although I would have been happy either way.
Amazing news. Now we have a sex. It still seems a bit unreal. Mum and Dad would have been thrilled.
Wish they were here to see him. Dad would have been chuffed it was a boy. I wonder if I will take the boy on a Coast to Coast walk like I did with my Dad. Mum would have been happy either way.
Hopefully he will grow up to like sci-fi and history like his old man! And maybe he will be a Mod! Certainly my thinning crown prevents my mod aspirations. I hope the balding gene skips the lad! Certainly both his grandparents had thick hair into their Fifties.
Names are a bit tricky now. If chubba had been a girl, I was hoping to honour both grandparents and especially my lovely Ma by calling her Devicka (Dee). But now its a boy we have to get our thinking caps on. I emailed Grandma and Gramps to see if they had any names. Certainly in honour of the old fella, William will have to feature. I quite like Will actually.
Friday April 29th.
Speaking of auspicious times, the Royal Wedding took place today in London.
Prince William and Kate Middleton were married at Westminister Abey. Incredibly, given Britain is in a recession and its thirty years since Diana married Charles to huge crowds, I had expected
a much more modest affair. I was wrong. Huge crowds, which really underlined how popular William is.
He does seem quite a down to earth Prince and has a natural easy going manner with his 'subjects'.
I dislike all the gushing of the commentators and bowing and scraping! Viva la Replublica! The people love all this pomp and circumstance however. We are living in such tacky celebrity obsessed times, that in a way it was welcome. Refreshing almost. Someone wrote that after 10 years of Big Brother, the popularity of the Royals can be easily explained. I wonder what world chubba will grow up in?
Surely there will be a Republic in New Zealand and Australia by the time he is in his teens? Or will King Will save the monarchy. The problem in this hemisphere will be, what replaces the Royals as Head of State?
Clearly another corrupt, self serving politician as President, is hardly much of a replacement.
May 1 10.30 PM US time. (May 2nd, in Australia)
Another auspicious day.
President Obama announced to the world that Osama Bin Laden had been located and killed in a firefight with US Special Forces, in a place called Abbottabad, Pakistan.
Incredible scenes at Ground Zero and in Times Square, as well as outside the Whitehouse. Lots of young faces in the jubilant crowds, and much chanting of USA, USA, USA!
Obama said justice had been done. Julia Gillard (red haired First woman Australian PM) said we would all remember where we were when we heard the news. Punchi had just logged onto MSN.co.nz when she saw the headline. So we were in the kitchen, cooking up popcorn and chubba - well you were probably enjoying seconds on the popcorn.
Point of note on Abbottabad. It is one of the few remaining places in Pakistan with an English name. It was named after Major James Abbott who founded the town in 1853! The Major wrote a poem about his fondness for the place. It looks like an affluent place! Questions asked about Bin Laden's hiding place, right under the noses of Pakistani intelligence. The Americans went in without even asking for permission.
Hopefully the world is a better place now for you chubba.
Poem of Abbottabad, written by the Major.
I remember the day when I first came here
And smelt the sweet Abbottabad air
The trees and ground covered with snow
Gave us indeed a brilliant show
To me the place seemed like a dream
And far ran a lonesome stream
The wind hissed as if welcoming us
The pine swayed creating a lot of fuss
And the tiny cuckoo sang it away
A song very melodious and gay
I adored the place from the first sight
And was happy that my coming here was right
And eight good years here passed very soon
And we leave our perhaps on a sunny noon
Oh Abbottabad we are leaving you now
To your natural beauty do I bow
Perhaps your winds sound will never reach my ear
My gift for you is a few sad tears
I bid you farewell with a heavy heart
Never from my mind will your memories thwart
Punchi and I had lunch at the Burgundy cafe. They make superb Eggs Benedict with toasted ham! Nice.
This was before our our 20 week scan, which we were both quite nervous about. It was the sex scan.
The Australian lady operator was very sweet, friendly and efficient - as she navigated that odd sensor wand around Punchi's jelly coated belly! Luckily I wasn't overcome by an ill-timed fainting fit!
It seemed to take at least 30 minutes as she carefully checked all the fingers, toes, eyes, heart, everything! No problems which was obviously great news. There was one bit where the babba ("chubba") even blew a kiss at the camera apparently. We have a grainy picture which prove's it!
We excitedly awaited the news. Girl or boy?!
My instincts at the time were that it was a boy! Punchi's always had a gut feeling it was a boy!
I was thinking that I was first in our family, and Punchi's brother was first in their family.
Our genes were pointing that way!
Alrighty, the lady finally said. We can see here between the legs, a willy and 2 testies!
A boy!
Punchi was choked up with emotion, I was just stunned. But also elated. Happy! I had a grin on my face all afternoon. Although I would have been happy either way.
Amazing news. Now we have a sex. It still seems a bit unreal. Mum and Dad would have been thrilled.
Wish they were here to see him. Dad would have been chuffed it was a boy. I wonder if I will take the boy on a Coast to Coast walk like I did with my Dad. Mum would have been happy either way.
Hopefully he will grow up to like sci-fi and history like his old man! And maybe he will be a Mod! Certainly my thinning crown prevents my mod aspirations. I hope the balding gene skips the lad! Certainly both his grandparents had thick hair into their Fifties.
Names are a bit tricky now. If chubba had been a girl, I was hoping to honour both grandparents and especially my lovely Ma by calling her Devicka (Dee). But now its a boy we have to get our thinking caps on. I emailed Grandma and Gramps to see if they had any names. Certainly in honour of the old fella, William will have to feature. I quite like Will actually.
Friday April 29th.
Speaking of auspicious times, the Royal Wedding took place today in London.
Prince William and Kate Middleton were married at Westminister Abey. Incredibly, given Britain is in a recession and its thirty years since Diana married Charles to huge crowds, I had expected
a much more modest affair. I was wrong. Huge crowds, which really underlined how popular William is.
He does seem quite a down to earth Prince and has a natural easy going manner with his 'subjects'.
I dislike all the gushing of the commentators and bowing and scraping! Viva la Replublica! The people love all this pomp and circumstance however. We are living in such tacky celebrity obsessed times, that in a way it was welcome. Refreshing almost. Someone wrote that after 10 years of Big Brother, the popularity of the Royals can be easily explained. I wonder what world chubba will grow up in?
Surely there will be a Republic in New Zealand and Australia by the time he is in his teens? Or will King Will save the monarchy. The problem in this hemisphere will be, what replaces the Royals as Head of State?
Clearly another corrupt, self serving politician as President, is hardly much of a replacement.
May 1 10.30 PM US time. (May 2nd, in Australia)
Another auspicious day.
President Obama announced to the world that Osama Bin Laden had been located and killed in a firefight with US Special Forces, in a place called Abbottabad, Pakistan.
Incredible scenes at Ground Zero and in Times Square, as well as outside the Whitehouse. Lots of young faces in the jubilant crowds, and much chanting of USA, USA, USA!
Obama said justice had been done. Julia Gillard (red haired First woman Australian PM) said we would all remember where we were when we heard the news. Punchi had just logged onto MSN.co.nz when she saw the headline. So we were in the kitchen, cooking up popcorn and chubba - well you were probably enjoying seconds on the popcorn.
Point of note on Abbottabad. It is one of the few remaining places in Pakistan with an English name. It was named after Major James Abbott who founded the town in 1853! The Major wrote a poem about his fondness for the place. It looks like an affluent place! Questions asked about Bin Laden's hiding place, right under the noses of Pakistani intelligence. The Americans went in without even asking for permission.
Hopefully the world is a better place now for you chubba.
Poem of Abbottabad, written by the Major.
I remember the day when I first came here
And smelt the sweet Abbottabad air
The trees and ground covered with snow
Gave us indeed a brilliant show
To me the place seemed like a dream
And far ran a lonesome stream
The wind hissed as if welcoming us
The pine swayed creating a lot of fuss
And the tiny cuckoo sang it away
A song very melodious and gay
I adored the place from the first sight
And was happy that my coming here was right
And eight good years here passed very soon
And we leave our perhaps on a sunny noon
Oh Abbottabad we are leaving you now
To your natural beauty do I bow
Perhaps your winds sound will never reach my ear
My gift for you is a few sad tears
I bid you farewell with a heavy heart
Never from my mind will your memories thwart
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