My last post was rather prophetic. I went into labour the next evening and my baby boy was born in the early hours of the 3rd of December. The birth was everything I could have hoped for. My bubba is nine days old today and amazingly there is a story idea that wants to come out and play… and it’s not birth-related! So perhaps there is hope for me yet ;). If I get a spare minute I will jot down the beginning and see where it takes me; until then I am cuddling, feeding and loving my son.