So mummy is now in her "third trimester" which means the last third of the pregnancy. At time of blogging, we are 10 weeks and counting...mummy is panicking now that there is so much to do - buying stuff, work, things she's not done/seen yet that she won't be able to do for ages once I come along and sorting out things like "childcare" (I thought that was *her* job?!??!) and stopping daddy from absent-mindedly punctuating his sentences with swear words.
Mummy said if my first word is "F***" we'll know where I got that from...and daddy just laughed and said "Yeah, it'll be funny though!" Mummy gave him "that look" (she's getting so good at that!) and said I would be "the sweary kid" at nursery who's a bad influence on the others, and ostrich-sized and not invited to parties and how they didn't want that. I can understand. If I was that big, I guess it would be scary, and I'd eat all the cake.
Mummy has started seeing a lady called Mari for some pregnancy massages - they are FUN! She gets to lie on a special bed face down and gets to hang her tummy through a hole (giddy-making!) before she turns over and the nice lady gives me a bit of a rub too. It does chill me out, with all the tinkly plonk music and that, and mummy says it helps her sleep better as I go to sleep too.
Usually though, I'm enjoying showing mummy I'm getting bigger and stronger - I can make the duvet move now, with a punch or a kick - woo hoo! - and I gave mummy a funny shock the other day when she looked down at her notepad in a meeting and saw her tummy shaking as I jiggled it about! I do it when she's typing important emails too. Sometimes she has to stop and goes "Oi! I'm busy!!!" (if there's no one else about), but a couple of times I've distracted her enough to send an email to the wrong client. People might say it's baby brain, but it's actually ME being NAUGHTY!
Mummy has noticed this month that certain voices make me go crazy more than others - in the same meeting, the loud booming American man made me go nuts like a hamster in a wheel, and the same thing happened a few days previously when daddy's friend Marcus came round. So big, loud, booming male voices are NOT good for calming me down (Grandpa B take note!) but daddy's voice, all deep and calm and soft instantly relaxes me. Mummy has started to think I might be a girl, (and a little minx at that), as it seems to be male voices that I respond to more...which worries daddy a LOT. Although everyone reckons mummy's bump is neat and out front so I'm going to be a boy.
It'll be a SUR-PISE I tell you!
The other thing that's surpised mummy this month is how quickly I've started to grow BIG. Well, actually, I'm pretty much the length I will be at birth now - the next couple of months are about me piling on weight - and fat - which will fill me out and make me look cute and chubby when I'm borned.
She had to finally succumb to a new maternity wardrobe (yeah, yeah, any excuse to shop!) as she was feeling fat in her usual clothes, and now people on the tubes are, thankfully, usually getting up for her without too much debate now.
Weirdest thing for her was when she was rubbing oil into her expanding belly and she went to where her rib cage used to be in the middle. I'm so big, her ribs have parted ways (the rib-ache of the last couple of weeks made sense!) and her hand sank into the dip now there. She FREAKED OUT and it made daddy say "Gross!" when she showed him. She dead-panned that things were going to get a whole lot more gross on D-day.
The other thing is that mummy's lungs and stomach feel like they are just below her throat as she is so little and I am getting so big, which makes her feel out of breath a lot and a bit sicky after eating, sometimes. (Sorry mummy! I promise I'll be worth it!)
I'm a tad annoyed with her though - Mummy's planned a little get together for her and her friends before I am borned. She's doing a MUMMY shower, rather than a baby one! She's told her friends not to buy anything for me as I'll get spoiled enough when I'm here. THE CHEEK! I think mummy's friend has got it MORE right - she's having a proper baby shower, with smell-the-nappy games and pressies for her baby and everything - tch!!!
Oh well, 10 weeks or so and I will be the boss - yeah?
