Introducing Mr. Page

Our long awaited arrival decided to come early on 5th November. And now, we can't imagine our lives without him. He is an absolute angel (apart from coming early on mummy's designated day spa day, but don't worry I'll remind him of that when he is older) and only cries when wanting to be fed. Is this the calm before the storm!?
So here is our little man, Lucas Justin Page. He was 3.48 kilo's and 51cm.



He is basically a mini version of his daddy including spiky black hair that I can't stop stroking. And he is a kicker and a mover - but he was like that when in my belly too so we are not surprised.

I never thought my life would be so fulfilled. All the cliches about 'best thing to ever happen' and 'your life will never be the same' and 'best thing we ever did' now make 100% complete and utter sense to me. Even at 2am in the morning through groggy sleepy eyes.

It is also amazing to see my husband as a father and the love and bond he has for his son. This is my favourite picture so far of them together.



This is us leaving the hospital which was really more like a hotel and we did not want to leave. Or at least, we wanted to take all the midwives home with us (and the chef! My husband complained about putting on wieght in the hospital as he stayed everynight in our double bed and was served 5 meals a day - he knows he won't be getting that at home!).



I never imagined this happiness...so now, with our dog Sophie in tow, our family feels complete. It's funny as it felt complete before and I didn't think life could get any better. But it just did.

Becoming a madre

It is really hard to believe that until a few months ago we were living in Florence. And now we live in the Australian outback - what a change. Even harder to believe is that our Italian made creation will be coming into life this Friday at 10am. Thanks everyone for the suggestions of names from Luigi to Fabio...I assure you it's not one of those!

This 9 months has really flown by and I can still remember walking through the streets of Florence holding my belly protectively in fear of an older Italian lady bumping into me (they never move out of the way for a straniera even if there are three of them and one of you!) or an American tourist busily rushing to language school or a bike rider on his way to work oblivious to the beautiful statue he is passing by that millions around the world dream to see one day.

Then once I started showing even slightly, everyone moved aside for me and gave me smiles and most of all advice on what to eat and how to avoid getting fat (hmmm if anyone works out that formula while pregnant, let me know!).

This is me two days ago...I can only imagine the reaction I would have gotten in Italy with THIS BELLY!



Now as I am two nights away from giving birth, it's still hard to believe I will be a mother. So much has happened in our lives this year but of course nothing can top this. I'm looking forward to holding our son in our arms this Friday. I'm looking forward to becoming a mother and seeing Jason becoming a father. And I'm looking forward to being able to eat proscuitto and tiramisu again too! Stay tuned for baby news.