Torrential Thirty-Six

Hi Aunties and Uncles! I nearly didn’t get to post you a blog this week! Mamma is so out of it, she logged on to type for me, then forgot about it and logged off without doing anything! Luckily she heard my psychic shout out to her and got right back on. She had no sleep at all last night because she kept thinking about my birth and all the stuff that it entails. Plus everything hurts when she is trying to get comfy. Right now she feels like she is walking under water with shackles at her feet most of the time. Everything seems heavy.

Today is her last day at work before she takes leave so at least that is a good thing. Of course Mamma wouldn’t be Mamma if she didn’t leave without drama. She was typing away at her computer when she sensed a cockroach barreling his way down the wall behind her. She is terrified of roaches and has an uncanny ability to spot them no matter how well hidden they are. She’s funny. She can deal with rats and snakes, but show her a cockroach and all of a sudden she can run at Olympian speeds (which is funny since I’m sure no one has even seen her walk really fast let alone run).

A guy in her office tried to get rid of the cockroach and he started to fly and before Mamma and I knew it we were out the door! This from a woman who made a mental note this morning to be careful with me since she was so sleepy and tired. Naturally, all her coworkers thought it was hilarious—it was quite a spectacle to see someone her size just zip right out of there through stairs and all. Oh dear!

Any old how, in other news, Mamma finally got her hospital bag ready. She has been packing that thing on and off for the past two-three weeks and it was always short of something. There is not much in it, but she hopes it will be enough. At least she got my diapers and cute tiny outfits ready. Mamma and Daddy can’t fathom how tiny I will be when I come out. They love looking at baby clothes. They picked up a tiny shirt Aunty Manji sent and Daddy thought he could put only his little finger and ring finger through the arm socket. He thought that was sweet.

So two days ago I was moving and now that Mamma’s stomach has dropped slightly I spend a lot of my precious waking hours fighting with her thighs. I was squirming around and Daddy was talking to me while Mamma tried to comfort me and for the first time she felt my hand through her stomach (I unintentionally whacked her hand). She thought it was amazing (all this time they could only figure out where my back and bottom were). She was shocked at how little it felt.

My parents met up with my pediatrician yesterday to make sure he was a good guy. They seemed to like him. Mamma started to see her doctor every week now. As I mentioned last week, he was in disbelief that Mamma fell again—in all his years as an OBGYN he has never had a patient quite like her. He wants us to go for a scan tomorrow to see how much I weigh. He thinks I’m a whopper! I do put on about an ounce and half to an ounce of fat each day.

Daddy moved my crib into their bedroom and Mamma installed a mobile and arranged the bedding for me. After that they spent a lot of time just gazing at it and wishing they could meet me already! The debate goes on about when I’m going to come out. Daddy has been given a list of e-mails so you should hear about my birth as soon as I come out (that is if Daddy can bear to pry himself away from me to get to a computer—Mamma I’m assuming will be in no condition to even think of computers). I should sign off since I’m pooped and so is Mamma. I can’t wait to meet you all! Leave some comments for me. Lots of love, Baby BB

*Please note that if I come this week for some reason, Daddy will e-mail you to let you know I arrived, but if it's a c-section Mamma won't be able to write to you or post blogs for 2 weeks (she would have to go to my Grandma's house since our house is not post-op friendly). But hopefully you'll hear from me again for week thirty-seven!6