The ladies at the Chinese grocery shop tell me it’s going to be a boy, because it’s a pointy bump. An Italian lady I know says the old wives’ tale from Italy predicts a girl from a pointy bump, or a beautiful boy.
Neil’s been watching The Island with Bear Grylls, so I have been as well. A few thoughts:
- I’d never be stupid enough to sign up. I have no reserves on me, I’d be dead in a couple of days.
- If I was stupid enough to sign up, I certainly hope I wouldn’t be as vacuous as so many of the women seem to be. Yes, you found some water. You need to find more, and food, not sit around, sunbathe, and talk shit.
- It makes me wonder if the editing made the women look like they thought they’d be spending time lounging in bikinis on the beach, accidentally-on-purpose launching their own media careers, while the men seemed much more focused (but not necessarily any more successful, they were just working on the food, water, and shelter situation all the time).
- What happened to mummy pig? First the women left the piglets alone because mummy was there, then she disappeared. WTF?
We just went to Anne’s (prospective) preschool’s open evening, and were told there had been 80 expressions of interest, but only 50 places.
My Singaporean kiasu fear has totally kicked in — I need to have a home school backup (all other preschools in the general area are full as well), and a proper curriculum that I can manage with a new baby. Aaaauuugggghhhh!
Note to self: do not do any sort of jogging when in a hurry. One, I look like a twat; two, what remains of my stomach muscles ached for two days afterward.
(Anne’s discovered how to work my camera, so the lens is covered in fingerprints.)
Anne was demanding to go on the swings at the pub-restaurant where we had lunch.
As it was Neil’s birthday, he needed some sort of consideration for his unique position that day.
“Your tummy is so big, Mummy!”
Bloody hell, I hope they’re not in my dreams tonight: ‘Terror birds’ had deep voices, fossil suggests.
Neil has just realised how little time we have left before the baby gets here.
There’s still lots to do.
Do not go gentle into that good night by Mr Brown: I believe this has shown a resilience and grace in our humanity that I wasn’t sure still existed.
30 weeks. 30 weeks?!
Compare this to my 30-week bump last time!