So, if you are a friend in real life or follow me on Twitter, you’ll know that I gave birth to our first child, a daughter, almost two weeks ago. She arrived on her due date (probably just to show me up since I went on at length about how they’re all guesswork, etc etc), in a straightforward, natural home birth. It’s slightly amazing to stare at the living room floor of my mother’s house and go “you were born right there, lady”.
Her name is Ramona (with two middle names after her grandmothers’ mothers), with inspiration from the Beverly Cleary books. Not the Bachelors’ song. Which we didn’t know. And is a bit awful. I would consider it a Very Good Thing if Ramona turned out to be half so imaginative and clever as her Quimby namesake.
I’m very proud to say that the first thing she’s developed a fixation with (other than eating) is a book. Admittedly, it’s a book with a mirror in it, but she does really like the solid pages too, especially the picture of the baby. So here’s Ramona, enjoying her first book.
Normal service will be resumed… soonish.