Sorry I haven't been blogging in the last 6 weeks. Mum & Dad keep hogging the computer for 'researching' (whatever that means) things like "travel systems", "sleep systems" and they are already thinking of getting shut of me as they are looking at nurseries (tch!). Mummy felt a bit weird doing that before I was born, but you have to start looking in the 2nd trimester (3-6 months) as places in London get snapped up. They've only looked at one so far, but they seem pleased enough that I'll be happy there, although they aim to look at more.
So I'm growing bigger every week (the length of a banana now, crown to rump says Daddy's iPhone app!) , although everyone still says mummy's bump is 'neat', and she doesn't always get a seat on the tube unless she huffs a bit and pushes her belly out. She's started pregnancy yoga too in the last few weeks. We both find it boring, but it's meant to be good for us. I don't mind, I just get to lie about whilst she has to make funny noises. Weird! (Daddy calls it "Boga" - short for "Baby Yoga" - I think he's going to be my comedy role model :)).
The main big news last week (week 21) is that we went to hostipal (as I think it's called) for our 20 week scan and mummy and daddy got to see how big I've growed! So big, that they didn't manage to get a good picture of me this time - mummy said I just looked "like a big blob" - the cheek! Daddy reminded her that I seemed healthy and that was the main thing - you tell her, pops!
The hostipal lady said I was developing well, but "a bit smaller than usual". Mummy shrugged and said "Oh well, so am I!" Grandma B later told her that Asian babies tend to be smaller than Causcasian ones anyway, so she was right not to worry. Daddy's turn to be cheeky - he said "Oh! So we're having a short-arse then are we?!" Like he's Mr. Tall...I'm going to have to watch these two...!
The lady kept prodding and jiggling me to make me turn around for the photos, but she was annoying me, so I turned away to face mummy's spine. Ha! The lady then said I must be a shy baby - mummy and daddy both laughed, "Don't know where they get that from!" and "No child of ours, then!" but they know really it's because I'm *exactly* their 'bubs' that I have a mind of my own and can be a stubborn little b*gger when I want to be...
They got a quick peek at my face and mummy gasped, "He's got your nose!". Daddy smiled, "He's got your mouth!". They call me a "he" as mummy's convinced I'm a boy, although Daddy has recently started to imagine I'm a girl. They've chosen to leave it till they meet me in person to find out. Mummy says she hates baby blue and pink anyway ("twee") so her logic is if no-one knows in advance, they hopefully won't get bought much of it! Mummy wants to dress me in white and cream (and bright, funky stuff). Daddy says that she just wants me to co-ordinate with their home. He might be right! :)
Daddy jokes that I'm going to be a perfect child, well-behaved, sitting quietly in the corner: but mummy said that sounds boring and if I'm anything like them, I'll be a mischievous little scamp but I'll get away with murder, as I'll be cute and cheeky with it. (And when I'm older, I'll be charming, just like Grandpa B!). I reckon mummy's vision sounds *so* much more fun...!
Talking of fun, I've been having lots of it, trying out my increasing strength by punching and kicking mummy's tummy. She's funny - sometimes she pushes back to let me know she's there - like a game! Or she'll talk or sing to me to try and get me to move more.
Mummy noticed I have definite sleep cycles - I start getting active around 11pm-1am, but then I'm all sleepy in the morning and don't start stirring again till about 10am when she's at work, and I'm feeling a bit peckish. I'm a night owl, just like her then! I also appear to go nuts when she has something sweet to eat (sugar ruuuuuush...!) and I like a dance to fast, pounding music - in the last couple of weeks, I have had a boogie to the club scene in Spaced, a disco scene in Sex and the City and the other day, to 6 Music. Mummy is proud that I appear to be developing cool music tastes.
Over the last 3 weeks, daddy kept trying to feel when I kicked, and also kept talking to me to encourage me. (Mummy loves his little chats to her tummy, they are so sweet and loving). Anyway, Mummy and I couldn't believe he couldn't feel it - I was trying SO HARD to say hello! So finally this morning (3/12/09), I thought I'd wake earlier than usual to greet him and he felt a little kick for the first time!!!
He didn't want to get out of bed and leave us after that!
Pics to follow later, mummy's trying to choose one that makes me "look least like a blob". (I'm going to get her back when I'm borned - perhaps a wee on her clothes?)
See you in about 18 weeks!
Little 'L' xxx
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