Hi everyone - just back from Ethiopia this morning - set off 13 hours ago so need to go to bed for a bit of kip so this will be quick. ish.
first thing's first peach many many congratulations - lovely news, lovely name, hope you are basking in lots of gooey post-birth hormones and general loveliness.
second: rhet I had to trawl the best part of 1000 posts to check dp hadn't produced the goods too - hope all is well and you know we're all checking/thinking/anticipating etc
The Ethiopia trip was great. I sat on the plane and got out the copy of Prospect I'd bought and there, right infront of me, was a really interesting article about East African runners and altitude training. It looked at the use of altitute tents and how you draw a line between banned doping and non-banned scientific stuff that improves performance. all very interesting. my favourite line was that in the 18th century gentlemen didn't think it was in the spirit of sport to train. 
I went out for two runs while I was there - I was a bit nervous about being a lone white ferenji running on the road (pavements non-existent) in lycra but it was absolutely fine. I got an occasional clap, a few smiles, and the odd words of encouragment but mostly got ignored - apart from when I was negotiating the hair-raising road junctions when nearly everytime someone would help me across. No suprises that the poverty is incredibly visible - more so than anywhere else I've been - it's not a pocket in the odd place - it's everywhere. Staying at a posh hotel - you're not in some posh suburb as is usually the case - but there are slums all around. I felt the altitude - and the smog - when running so I took it pretty gently - but pease with myself for getting out there rather than going to the gym. I love running in new places - it's such a good way to see more than you would otherwise.
The other thing I wanted to share with you all might sound a bit random - but I had a bit of an "I love being a middle aged woman" experience. I was surrounded by similar-aged women, some with kids, some not, all with really interesting jobs, and all so honest and warm and kindly confident in a way that I think grows in you as you get older, see more of the world, share experiences with other women. I felt very lucky and very contented to be who I am (warts and all, bad experiences and all). [vaguely soppy emoticon]
right I must go to bed. I will check teh thread more thoroughly and come back soon. keep running. or rubbing.