Bit late in posting but hormones still rife so am dictating this via my spirit guide (Willow2). Anyway, DD was born on 31st May at 4pm to the tune of Countdown, much to the disgust of ds who wanted a brother... but the sandpit seems to be compensation. She is gorgeous, mainly because she sleeps and eats anything we throw at her (but not steak pies or crisps obviously) and I am in love.