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.