in a louder voice that we were having our baby. Neither of us panicked.  The Shropshire boy suggested I phone the hospital, which I did,  and they told us to take our time coming in.  We actually lived in the same suburb as the hospital back then, and we could have walked there.  We packed the hospital bag, this took a while in our sleepy and shocked states. By the time the Shropshire boy was driving me to the hospital, contractions had started.  We really were having a baby.  Our beautiful Abbey was born just after lunch, a quick 6 hour birth.  I was a mummy!  The rest of the story I have already shared on my old blog, over here . So six years later, today, it is a Wednesday.  I am going to bake some Anzac biscuits .  Zoe and I will wrap Abbey's birthday presents and make her a birthday card.  I will remember why Australians and New Zealanders commemorate Anzac day .  Tomorrow, I will have been a mummy for 6 years! 3 comments: What a beautiful birth story. I do love reading about everyone's different experiences. It's lovely how you now associate the Anzac biscuits with the birth of both of your girls, amazing you were baking them before they decided to enter the world. It must have been so scary for you, in week 35, I can't even imagine, as both of my boys ran to full term. Love the photos, so precious. Happy