As long as I didn’t act too gushy about its being Valentine’s Day Sydney was perfectly happy to take me on a walk this morning, leaving Katherine with Mom and Dad. We visited the Botanic Garden, where we saw spring in action: crocuses, snowdrops, and daffodils littering the tidy garden beds and in sweeping skirts around the trees. We also spent quite a bit of time in the greenhouses, where the warmth from the sun and the citrus trees, papaya, bananas, and lilypads made us completely forget about anything remotely winter-like about Oxford. Katherine got her own outing with the grandparents, and I was very glad to see that she returned with pants covered in dirt from the park. It’s not just me who gets her dirty!
I called the health clinic to make an appointment with my midwife later this week, but was told that they were all booked up. They recommended making an appointment in another week or two. This is where being a pushy American does me some good; after my asking whether they normally recommended that pregnant women wait a month past their due date to see a midwife they seemed a bit flustered and had me talk to the midwives, who had different ideas. But so far we’re all just here, enjoying the decent weather and the quiet.