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.