And no, the baby isn't here yet. My due date is November 19 though I'm full-term and everything and the baby can come any minute blah blah.
I've been neglecting this blog for a while. Every time I think I should write something or even reply to the comments that people have taken the effort to leave here, I feel like a particularly dopey tortoise. I really, simply, just want the baby OUT. Gahh. I want to eat a nice, unhealthy, bacteria-filled roadside shawarma without a care in the world. I want to sleep on my stomach. I want to watch violent TV. I want to...you know...BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH.
Okay, I'm not suffering from some depression or something. I'm actually remarkably cheery these days. I've manically cleaned up my cupboard to accommodate the baby stuff. I've caught up with my reading. I even went and watched 7aam Arrivu in a faraway theatre with my medical files (you know, in case my water broke and we had to rush to the hospital or something....I'm filmy like that). The movie was terrible but I had a great time. I was the only buffoon laughing throughout the film in the entire theatre.
Enough about me. Here's something about the baby!
What the baby likes me to eat:
3. Fish (okay, that's just me...but never mind)
The baby gets mad if I don't eat lunch by 1 pm. It starts off by wiggling and then stubbornly kicking me till I put something into my mouth. After that, the baby gives a few happy kicks and falls asleep. I'm supposed to eat dinner by 8 pm too. Breakfast- not later than 9 am. The baby thinks it's my mother.
The baby falls asleep if I sing 'Found a Peanut' (my favourite nursery rhyme when I was a kid) and rub my stomach.
The baby stays quiet if M places his hand on my stomach. But kicks if he places his head on it. It thinks my mother's hand and mine are the same.
The baby likes the Senorita song from Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara.
The baby likes to kick as I keep count when I'm doing my prenatal exercises.
The baby gets excited by its own heartbeat. Every time the doctor brings the doppler near me, the baby jumps around.
I think these are accomplishments enough for so small a being. That's all for now. Hopefully, by the time I post next, the baby will be out and kicking me in person.
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