We were supposed to go to Bristol to celebrate the English prisoners arrival in Australia, with our Australian friends of course (it's bank holiday, over there), but the three of us are sick. Arthur has a big cough and Marc and I have a cold. So we stayed in our warm home. Arthur still managed to make himself a big bruise on the forehead!
But we had the pleasure to see our unborn baby, Friday morning.
Everything is fine and we managed to see every single detail except the sex as planned.
Here is a picture, but it is shy as it is showing its back!