Virginia Has An Announcement

Prior to Violet's birthday, Ginny had been feeling a little unwell. Perhaps it was something she ate?
Or maybe it was the results of the marathon WooHoo session she and Brosie had put together a few weeks back. Whatever it was, she was finding herself being more and more friendly with 'Mr Porcelain' - aka the toilet!!!

Not wishing to burst Violet's birthday bubble, nor upstage her in any way, Ginny tried to keep things quiet.
However, that didn't go quite to plan as Susan caught up with her mother as they sat outside eating the birthday cake.

And Violet collared her dad at the table.

"Mom's pregnant .... again?" she asked, utter disbelief in the tone of her voice, "don't you think you two are a little bit 'old' for that now? Seriously. I mean it!"

At the counter, staying utterly quiet and slurping at a mangonilla ice cream, Susan's IF doll Rags, pretended he was invisible.

 

However, much later on, he did try to help out when Rina's bladder gave out on the verandah.

Anyways, I digress.

The news of Ginny's pregnancy did NOT go down well at all!! The only person who was really happy.... was Brosie!! Tired of girls, Ginny wanted to try a new approach, Apples. Apparently, if you eat plenty of apples, the gender is guaranteed to be a boy. Ginny wasn't that bothered. In fact, she much preferred girls. But Brosie was adamant that he wanted a SON.

There was one little snag in their game plan.

Ginny didn't like apples all that much. It took a lot of effort for her to choke down at least one of them!!
Not only that, whilst she was eating, a complete stranger turned up.

Proud of her small garden and how much she'd accomplished with her vegetables, she mistakenly thought he was a representative of the Garden Club. There'd been word going around that they were looking for entries in their annual 'Garden in Bloom' contest.

However, he wasn't. He was just a nosey reporter, sniffing around for a juicy story.
Ginny soon sent him packing.

In the next update: get your tissues out

Ambrose Learns About an 'Old Wives' Tale' and Ginny Decides What She Wants

"So," said Ambrose, "what's the game plan then? What sort of advice have they given you?"

"Well," Ginny replied, "they told me that I've got to eat healthily, do a little exercise but not too much, not to overtire myself, and to rest up when I need it."

"Ah, right, so, anything you need? Books? Fresh fruit and veggies? Maybe some soothing bath foam etc????"

"Oh silly, no, I can't think of anything offhand but I'll let you know, okay?"

There was a long pause.

"Um, there is one thing though."

"What's that?"

"Well, according to some sources, if I eat plenty of watermelons, it'll guarantee that we'll have a girl."

"Oh wow."

"But only if you want a girl that is... I won't be upset if you'd much prefer a boy."

"I don't care, as long as you're healthy and so is the baby. Now you go get some rest and I'll be right back. You got my cell phone, just in case you need me."

"I have yes, but I'll be fine."

With that, Ambrose hopped onto his bicycle and pedalled like hell down to the town centre where the first thing he did was to go to the bookstore to get some books on pregnancy. He wanted to be well prepared and was leaving nothing to chance.



Just look at that face. Now isn't that the face of a proud 'dad to be'?



Then he headed to the grocery store where he bought loads of fresh veggies, including a large consignment of watermelons. If Ginny wanted a girl, then he'll make damned sure she'll get what she wants.




Meanwhile, back home, Ginny picked up the watermelon and frowned. Maybe it was an old wives' tale, watermelons for girls, apples for boys. But she was going to give it a go and see what happens.



After polishing off her watermelon, she immediately started stroking her rather flat belly.



"Soon you'll be a lot bigger," she whispered quietly, "and we can teach you all kinds of things. Maybe you can beat your old dad at chess, I'd love to see his face when that happens!"



She then stretched out on the bed, still smiling and thinking about Brosie running around the town, doing all these errands for her.

Honeymoon at Champs Le Sims - Part Six, Is Ginny holding a secret?

The next morning, Ginny and Brosie awoke, feeling refreshed and hungry. Whilst Ginny took a shower, Ambrose 'cleaned house'. Basically he made the bed and cleared away all the smelly plates that had been leftover from the night before.

In the shower, Ginny once again, had a strange craving. This time for pancakes!!!! So, without hesitation, she headed for the kitchen to make some. As this was France, she could have been tempted to make crepes suzettes, but decided not to, because that meant cooking the meal 'flambe', something even she wasn't ready to try out. So she opted for good old fashioned pancakes.




By then, a whole troupe of adventurers and tourists arrived, drawn in by the delectable smell of Ginny's cooking. She was thankful that she'd made a big batch of pancakes to go around everyone, and sat down to eat hers first before they'd all gone.



Considering it was 'off season', Base Camp proved to be very popular and was fully occupied, every room had been filled. So Ginny and Brosie had been very lucky to grab a room when they had the chance.

After serving breakfast, Ginny and Ambrose settled down to eat, and were joined by a few folks, who chatted amiably to them. And amongst each other.




Ginny, not wanting to be rude, pulled out the book she'd stashed in her hand luggage, prior to the two of them travelling, and stuck her nose into it.




She was just getting to a really juicy part, when one of the tourists, a certain Ri Hui On, leaned in and whispered quietly....

"So, when's the baby due?"




Ginny blushed. Ambrose didn't hear him - or at least he pretended not to hear, instead, he strode over to the windows.

"Oh wow," he enthused, ", hey Ginny, I love those shutters. Wonder what they'd look like in our place!"




Meanwhile, Ginny was feeling VERY umcomfortable indeed.

"Um," she stuttered, trying to think of something to say.

"Oh I know," he replied, "you've got that tell-tale pink glow about you."

"Um," she flushed even harder, "I've, er, just, er showered .... and, er, the water was lovely and hot."

"I am sorry," he said after a long pause, "I was wrong in making that assumption, forgive me?"




Ginny sat there wondering if that was actually true. If she really WAS pregnant. After all, they only did 'it', twice. Once was during the wedding party, when they couldn't keep their hands off one another.




The other time was, the next morning. In the shower.




No, she thought to herself, surely not. Not THIS quickly.

Ambrose, wanting to try out the traditional greeting, decided to introduce himself. Which went down really well.




"We're here on our honeymoon," he enthused, "we were at the Nectary yesterday, and hopefully we'll be visiting La Gallerie d'Art. I hope the weather stays nice, so we can walk there and have a picnic in the grounds."




"What a great story this would make!"

Ri smiled and handed him a map.

"Is this where you're intending to go?" he asked pointing to the large museum-like structure.




"Yes."

"I think you'd be better off hiring some scooters then, it's a fair walk from here."

"Ah, ok, thanks."

Ginny approached, distracted about the prospects of being pregnant, and thoughts of achieving her LTW 'Surrounded by Family', just as Ri was telling Ambrose the opening times and the latest exhibitions.




"Guess where we're going today sweetie?"

"I haven't a clue."




"La Gallerie d'Art, and if we're lucky, we'll be able to see the Egyptian relics that are on load this month."

With that, he pulled her into a hug, Ri looked on approvingly, before excusing himself, muttering quietly.....



"... ah, young love....."

Oh no, not again!!!

Ginny took me by surprise the other night.
Being alone in the house whilst I'm at work and the kids are at school, she confessed that she missed the patter of tiny feet, the squeals of toddler delight etc.



I have to admit, I kinda miss them too.




So, with a few gentle caresses, and some sweet nothings whispered in my ear, we decided to try for another baby.



After all, we're not getting any younger and I'd dearly want to achieve Ginny's LTW of marrying off 6 children, even if it costs me my LTW (Media Magnate).




Once again, our attempts proved successful, as she made 'best friends' with Mr Toilet once more.

After a successful day at work, managing to gain another friend towards my quota, and all the kids fast asleep. I was pretty much wide awake, unable to sleep and nothing much else to do. So I decided to try out our brand spanking new telescope.




After all, if Helen is to become a Scientist (or something like), she just has to have the 'best'.

It was a clear night, a little frosty, but nothing to write home about.




When it happened

Again.





A beam of light dropped directly down above my head, blinding me temporarily.
I felt that all too familiar vacuum as my feet were swept from beneath me.
Screaming at the top of my lungs, hoping someone would save me from what was to happen, I fear my yells were all in vain.



Even though I held on for dear life, I could feel my fingers loosening from the telescope as the vacuum increased. Before I knew it, I was catapulting skywards.

My last vision, was that of Tristan, looking out the window at my abduction. The last person I wanted to witness this.



I was lucky the first time at college.
However, I fear that this time it's the 'real deal'.
No matter how I look at it.....

.... I'm going to be pregnant.




What took hours, I was finally returned back to earth with a nasty bump.
Yep, had that feeling too and I'm beginning to count the bruises already.

The only ones to greet me were Cleo our faithful cat.




An extremely worried and frightened Tristan.



And the skunk, who just happened to amble along at that precise moment.

What a welcome home.




As I rubbed my sore behind and ingrained into my memory of yet another abduction, the gentle sounds of a lullaby could be heard in my head.



It is as I'd confirmed.



It's official

I'm pregnant.

Now what?

I think I need to lie down



Signing out, sore and worried
Ambrose