I've apologised to her for the nose already.

When do you wanna come around?

I didn't know if you'd feel up to it, with being pregnant and all, but we'd love to see you!
The midwife came around today to weigh little Rowan, and acted more enthusiastic about said baby's charm and good looks than the letter of her contract demanded.

Breastfeeding seems to be progressing away from the blood-on-nipples-and-screeching stage, towards the idyllic-sepia-toned-lactivism-poster stage... Rowan is absorbing and re-presenting fluids within acceptable, if not aesthetically ideal, parameters... she's only lost 170g of her birth weight, which is considered to be All Okay... she is slightly longer than average... she wakes only once or twice a night... she is practically 'real' smiling... and her cord fell off, revealing a button which shows a suspicious tendency towards outiedom. In short, all is merry. Except my diastolic BP is up to 102, for some reason, and I might have to go on meds. Which is a pain, but meh.