33 Week Scan

33 Week Scan

Week 29

I’m writing this from a rather lovely spot.  Morgs and I are taking an unhurried breakfast at our secret resort getaway, relaxing and reading the papers, surrounded by verdant, green jungle in a valley high in the mountains of Kao Yai National Park.

The ‘resort’ is perhaps 10 or 15 simple bungalows scattered around the edge of a large garden.  In the centre of the garden is a ring of palms, shading a deep blue pool.  Before us, behind us and to either side, rise the mountains with their dense tangle of rainforest; close enough to touch and ringing with the calls of birds and monkeys.  Apart from these pleasant intrusions on our quiet world, all is peaceful.

For our safety, the place is policed vigorously by an ancient jack russell, who begins the day on the grass, in a patch of sun by the gate, cunningly pretending to sleep while watching the world through half-closed eyes, ready to pounce should anyone try to slip by him.  Fortunately, no one ever does and so by noon, when the temperature creeps up, Jack finishes his shift and drags himself across the lawn to the shade of the bougainvillea, where he stretches his stubby legs out behind him, resting his round little belly on the cool grass and collapsing with a loud, wet snort.

This is probably the last time Morgs and I will have a holiday like this together so we are making the most of it: long lie-ins, leisurely meals and lots of self-indulgently soppy eye-gazing.  I used to scoff at couples like us, slipping quietly off to bed at seven thirty, while I called for another round of tequilas and mentally balanced the wisdom of ordering something to eat against the potential impact on the silhouette of whatever it was I was wearing (yes, I’m that shallow).

How things have changed!

All I want to do in the evenings now is sneak off to bed and cuddle.  I’m actually a bit upset if I’m not tucked in by eight thirty.  And as for my tummy: I adore its big roundness and I find myself rubbing it and stroking it far more often than is generally considered either proper or seemly.  I’m like someone’s fat uncle at the end of the barbeque; leaning back contentedly in my chair and stretching my arms above my head, looking down in admiration at the vast expanse of belly and running my hands back and forth over it with pride.

I am going to miss this: this feeling of our baby growing inside me; feeling his kicks growing stronger each day; his movements becoming more deliberate, more exploratory. I am going to miss lying on my back watching him move under my skin. I'm going to miss being pregnant.

 

 

26 Week Scan... The Movie...

26 Week Scan... The Movie...

 

Highlights:

 

Dr Sankiat: Your baby weigh 963grams.

Hannah: Wow 963grams - how big will he be when he comes out?

Dr Sankiat: I'll let you know at the end!

 

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Morgs: He looks like an alien!

Dr Sankiat: All de babies look like alien.

 

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Morgs: You don't take holidays Dr Sankiat?

Dr Sankiat: This is my holiday. Every day.

 

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22 Week Scan Movie Premiere

22 Week Scan Movie Premiere

 

Highlights:

 

1min, 27 sec: Heartbeat...

 

2min, 48sec - The little unit does a funky dance move...

22 Week Scan

22 Week Scan

I'm not 100% certain what we are seeing here, but Kyle Reese summed it up perfectly...

"...an infiltration unit, part man, part machine. Underneath, it's a hyperalloy combat chassis — micro processor-controlled, fully armored. Very tough. But outside, it's living human tissue — flesh, skin, hair, blood, grown for the cyborgs..."

This lift just lends itself to awesome photos!

Yummy Mummy

Yummy Mummy 2

Baby brain?

I went to a conference at the weekend:  I was having a chat with someone during the tea break and they asked me what school I work at... I had to read it off my name badge.

Is that normal?!

Also, if I'm cooking something - no matter how simple it is - before I start, I have to line all the ingredients up on the counter in the order I'm going to use them or I forget stuff.

Oh, and this morning, I tried to buzz myself into the train station with my work ID.

It's a good job I'm generally used to feeling a bit thick.

Bump Update 20 weeks

Hi mums and others... A quick visual update from the balcony...

 Hannah at 20 weeks...

And here is a shot of the new and improved balcony garden...

With the baby momma looking pretty cozy...

Patting the bump after eating my hot roast rolls...