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One of my oldest friends is having a baby next year, and doesn't plan on finding out if it will be a boy or a girl.
It's a pretty fascinating story, I saw her post on facebook saying 'thank-you to the best grandparents ever for help with the obtaining-birth permit!'. *blinkblink*. Something I'd never come across before - turns out my good friend had moved from England and was now in China.
So at 10 weeks pregnant, she has permission to give birth, which must be a relief =) And I decided the best unisex present to send her is the best book ever:
Perfect for boys and girls and much more sensible than sending clothes from Australia back to China where they were made in the first place.
At some stage I'm sure I'll actually make it to the post office to post it. I dread the post office on days where I need to buy packaging when I get there - Bug is a freaking menace in post offices. You end up balancing on one leg, resting on the table writing an address with the other leg wrapped firmly around your struggling child who attempts to make a break for the door at every opportunity.
And since you haven't bought the packaging yet, when he does manage to get to the door, you have to drop everything and leave all your stuff undefended as you pelt down the street and he cackles gleefully. The little buggers get faster every day.
Maybe I'll go to the post office on a day that's not today.
It's a pretty fascinating story, I saw her post on facebook saying 'thank-you to the best grandparents ever for help with the obtaining-birth permit!'. *blinkblink*. Something I'd never come across before - turns out my good friend had moved from England and was now in China.
So at 10 weeks pregnant, she has permission to give birth, which must be a relief =) And I decided the best unisex present to send her is the best book ever:
Perfect for boys and girls and much more sensible than sending clothes from Australia back to China where they were made in the first place.
At some stage I'm sure I'll actually make it to the post office to post it. I dread the post office on days where I need to buy packaging when I get there - Bug is a freaking menace in post offices. You end up balancing on one leg, resting on the table writing an address with the other leg wrapped firmly around your struggling child who attempts to make a break for the door at every opportunity.
And since you haven't bought the packaging yet, when he does manage to get to the door, you have to drop everything and leave all your stuff undefended as you pelt down the street and he cackles gleefully. The little buggers get faster every day.
Maybe I'll go to the post office on a day that's not today.