Yesterday I talked of my lack of urgency with respect to when the baby arrives. This was, however, overlooking one fairly major factor. We may have been joking about it for the last few months, but I think Mrs Geek may be about to POP.
Seriously there really can’t be much room left in there, and as clichéd as it may be, she is beginning to look like a cut scene from Alien. For those of you that have been through the whole pregnancy thing, you will know that there comes a time when the baby is no longer kicking, but every movement causes an involuntary belly dance. Much to the children’s amusement we balanced a number of grapes on Mrs Geek’s tummy, and watched the baby kick them off. You can literally see the movements from the other side of the room.
Alas this is not an option afforded to Mrs Geek. As amusing as it may seem from the outside, it is not quite so funny when it is your bladder the baby chooses to use as a punch bag.
I think this is another example of the “selective amnesia” that we experience when it comes to pregnancy. Sure we can remember the other two moving and kicking, but this all-out attempt to break out … this seems new. Do we have a child with even more energy on our hands?
We are now in full scale evacuation mode. Pineapples, curry, going for walks. Now the sceptic in me would normally brush these off as “Old Wives Tales”, but some old wives tales have there benefits too, because many people have told us that the best way to get it out is the same way as it got in 😉