Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Another self-indulgent pregnancy post.
...but thankfully, this will be the last. I promise. I am going to be acupunctured tomorrow - to encourage little one to move. I've been talking it over with her (while I walk down the street, in the park, in the bath, etc. - we are two, so clearly I am not talking to myself). I've been presenting the early exit option as one that would foster better relations in the real world. She will see, I tell her. I point out all the things that she is missing out on - the crazy kid on the swing, the dachshund puppy whose yips she can only hear, the beautiful sunset. I tell her it is too bad she has decided to stay inside. (..."Ooohhh, look at that! Oh, you can't, because you can't see anything in there," followed by a cheeky snicker). Official due date - Saturday. She is done. She should come now. I promise to be nice. Xavier even nicer.