24 weeks today, and time's ticking on...
Junior has really started to kck recently, and I had the privilege to feel my first kick yesterday. It had all the hallmarks of an unerringly accurate toe-poke, so clearly my son/daughter will be a footballing superstar. It's just a matter of where their loyalties will lie, and that, I can tell you will be over the red side of Stanley Park, Liverpool 4.
No new scans to report - the next one is at 33 weeks, so 63 days time. It seems ages away, but then again, this IS the time that the pregnancy seems to go on and on and on, and MTB seems to have been pregnant forever. I just would love to meet my protege now.
All appears well anyway, after a quiet few days with son/daughter being a bit less active, causing MTB to panic eversoslightly. Somersaults, kicks and other such acrobatics are well underway again, with Bubs being way over a foot long now, and with a 44% survival chance if born today.
We're cooking for friends tonight, and it got me thinking about all the things MTB will want when she can de-restrict her diet again.
Rare steak
Runny eggs
Pouilly Fume
Port
Nightnurse
Lemsip
Beer
Not all at once though... I hope.
We're battling through potential names now, even though we thought we had it sorted - so much time on our hands, and we're struggling with middle names, syllables, keeping family names going... I think Number 1 suits, and it's so homogenic.
Monday 21 January 2008
Tuesday 8 January 2008
Stubborn from day 1
Well, another day, another scan, or so it seems. Junior is now the grand old age of 22 weeks, and is a bit of a dab hand now at this womb lark. To the extent that (s)he's made (him)(her)self right at home, and woe betide anyone (especially sonographers) who try to enforce their own requests on him/her.
"I mean, whose business is it, looking at my heart" Junior thought, just before raising an arm and preventing the frustrated sonograher from confirming aortic and pulmonary veins are a-ok. For 25 minutes Junior thwarted her best efforts, and then for another 15 later on that morning. Diplomatically, the sonographer admitted defeat and tried to forewarn us of a stubborn, bloody-minded child who knows its own mind and won't be changed. Hmm, just like Grandad then!
Quite honestly, all that was missing was a scan photo of Bubs raising a middle finger and grinning. That's ma boy/girl! what we got was these crackers though.
And better for appearing to confirm that (s)he's got mum's nose and not mine. Phew, the genes were kind there. Just the ears to go now...
Time is well and truly ticking on, but we're quite prepared I think. A Renault Scenic will be soon appearing to replace one of the 3-door Civics, so that's another step into the world of baby sick, gurgling, midnight feeds and general menacement.
I'm getting quite excited to meet this little person - not so long to go now.
"I mean, whose business is it, looking at my heart" Junior thought, just before raising an arm and preventing the frustrated sonograher from confirming aortic and pulmonary veins are a-ok. For 25 minutes Junior thwarted her best efforts, and then for another 15 later on that morning. Diplomatically, the sonographer admitted defeat and tried to forewarn us of a stubborn, bloody-minded child who knows its own mind and won't be changed. Hmm, just like Grandad then!
Quite honestly, all that was missing was a scan photo of Bubs raising a middle finger and grinning. That's ma boy/girl! what we got was these crackers though.
And better for appearing to confirm that (s)he's got mum's nose and not mine. Phew, the genes were kind there. Just the ears to go now...
Time is well and truly ticking on, but we're quite prepared I think. A Renault Scenic will be soon appearing to replace one of the 3-door Civics, so that's another step into the world of baby sick, gurgling, midnight feeds and general menacement.
I'm getting quite excited to meet this little person - not so long to go now.
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