As B-day approaches, our days are occasionally interrupted by little bursts of humour from my beautiful co-pirate and baby mumma. Ok maybe I’m the only one who find some of them funny, but honestly babe, I’m laughing WITH you! “Achhooo! Ah shit, I just peed myself!”, for example, and in my defense, Sabi laughs too!
A few phrases tend to revolve around bubs’ dancing. Seriously, it seems she has her own little soundtrack goin on in there and she doesn’t mind moving to it, elbows and legs flaying like a club on a Saturday night. “Whoa girl, what you doin”, and “OWW, stop kicking me in the ribs”.
Lucky for me, I don’t have to live with this, and I do need to be reminded when baby and me are high-fivin, that mummy is in the middle and although its cool that she will shimmy up to my palm as I press on the belly, Mum does get squished sometimes!
Aside from talking to our pre-baked bubba, we have pretty much stocked up on all the little extras we needed to make life easy when she gets here – changing bag, bottles, nappies, baby monitor, more nappies and what seems like a ridiculous amount of clothing for someone so small! She already has her own suitcase FULL of clothes, and she isn’t even here yet!
We roll over 38 weeks this Friday, 2 weeks to go by the book, although fingers crossed she decides to come out a week or so early, not up to us though unfortunately. So long as she doesn’t act like her Dad, impatient in so many ways, but I arrived WEEKS late!