The Prince arrived on 25 May…a week overdue and weighing a whopping 10lbs 41/2 ounces. (Of course I had to stick that in there. I will forever be acknowledging his birth weight & giving all due credit to my amazing body for creating and delivering such massive perfection).
My increasing crankiness leading up the main event and the subsequent period of adjustment should explain my recent absence. Perhaps starting a blog 30+ weeks pregnant wasn’t the smartest idea, but I’m not the type of person to think things through really.
So we are now a party of 5. The Princesses are in love…as of course is the King. I don’t think he ever believed we would have a son. I knew all along of course.
Princess M’s only experience in what being a big sister means is nearly 14 year old Princess B. Therefore Princess M spends most days insisting her two year old self is quiet capable of doing everything Princess B does as she is too is now a big sister.
We are a month getting to know each other. It awes me how easily we adjusted from 4 to 5. Perhaps the only glitch being our “new to us” car leaves little space in the back middle seat for Princess B. Thank god she is tiny.
Much like Princess M’s arrival it feels as if the Prince has always been a part of us even before he arrived.