Monday, 23 February 2009

Distinct Bloops

Monday, 23 February 2009

Well, I’ve made it to the half way point. Here I am at 20 weeks. Hurrah! And it’s taken this long to get out of that ghastly ‘pukey’ phase. I don’t remember feeling nearly as rough with Ben as I have with this baby; is it that I have just suppressed those memories?

I have definitely been feeling some flutterings and movements in the past few weeks, it’s been really nice. It’s still that little bit too faint for Jason to really feel, though he has felt one or two tiny little bumps and lumps so far. The other day he lay with his ear against my bump to see if he could hear anything. He couldn’t be sure if it was my guts or my child – but definitely heard some distinct ‘bloops’. Even the second time around, feeling the baby move is something that will never lose its charm; it really is the most magical feeling, and in my mind’s eye I try to picture what each knock really was – was it a yawny stretch? An irritated kick? An affectionate tickle? A request for a Mars bar?

A few of my Canadian friends on Facebook are expecting as well. This week has seen me pouting my bottom lip out with thinly veiled envy as they waddle (sorry, there’s no other word to describe the motion of a pregnant lady!) from baby shower to baby shower. I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t like one – a chance for all my friends and family to be in the same room together! With cake! WITH PARTY GAMES! How is it that our whole British culture is being North-Americanised with McDonalds and Starbucks on every corner, yet the tradition of baby and bridal showers hasn’t seeped its way into our culture and traditions? Don’t get me wrong; I’m not really one for the centre-of-attention thing… and it’s not really all about the presents (she says, coyly) but I guess because I’m on one side of the ocean from at least half of my favourite people in the whole world, the idea of having everyone in one room is almost too exciting to bear!

In other news… we have our second ultrasound scan a week tomorrow – 3rd March 2009. Jason and I are taking the whole day off work and making a day of it; might grab a bite of lunch and enjoy some time just the two of us (which is a once-in-a-blue-moon occurrence, believe me!) so I’m really looking forward to that. This is the scan that we could find out the sex of the baby, if we wanted to. I’m still in two minds whether I really want to or not… if Jason suddenly proclaimed he’d like to find out, I’d definitely go for it. But he is quite determined that it should be a secret… and since I’m not really precious about it one way or the other, who am I to kick up a stink and make him do something he doesn’t want to do?