And…………… it looks like we have an interactive baby! What am I talking about? I am talking about my baby and the fact that finally, after months of wondering if that HPT was right, we finally know that it is. And yes, those little bubbles floating in my tummy aren’t my imagination either.
My baby is ready to interact with me and he/she proves it by tapping back every time I knock on my tummy. I go ‘tap tap’ and then it goes ‘tap tap’. I go ‘tap tap tap’ and it replies with a ‘tap tap tap’. It is almost like Morse code and I am sure that by the time he/she is born we will have developed some sort of a more advanced messaging system. We are working on it. Typically, every time I am confused as to whether I have not eaten in a long time, I tap my tummy to ask the baby if he/she is hungry. And back comes a ‘tap’ confirming that I am. Oh and I have discovered that baby sleeps from 8am to 11am and that is about the same time I have my morning nap. So that means, we have a very intelligent baby! It doesn’t bother mummy. YAY!!
And in the other news around… Z and I were recently discussing one of his cousins. She gave birth to a daughter a few months ago and we visited her a few days after that. The strange thing was that although both the parents are really fair and cute, the new born was totally opposite to them. Not only did she not resemble her parents in the least bit she didn’t even resemble her siblings or her distant relatives. Seriously, I thought the baby had been changed! Okay, so that is a little too rude of me but trust me anybody would think that. Anyway, since I am to be seeing the same OBG when I move to Jeddah and may be deliver in that same hospital, I gathered we should do something to safeguard our baby. I mean, hey, I could be unconscious or asleep and they could move my baby off to the nursery, give him or her a bath and put a band on his/her hand with the wrong mother’s name. How shocking would that be?! So, we have decided that Z would not let the nurse take the baby away until:
a) I am wide awake and have seen my baby.
b) He has put a red ribbon around the baby’s wrist.
c) All the members of my family have seen the baby.
d) He has taken atleast three photos of the baby.
I told this plan to Jo-Jo and she had more interesting ideas. At first her response was that it wouldn’t be very hard to distinguish my baby from the rest even at the nursery. ‘The baby with the naughtiest face is yours’, she said. But that would mean we would have to stay at the hospital and observe the babies the whole day to decide who was the most naughty. That doesn’t work. Also, what if the baby took on Z’s looks. That would mean that the baby would have the most innocent look on his/her face and since all babies are innocent, it is sheer stupidity to assume that we would recognize mine with out a tag. Red ribbons are too common, she said. She is right red ribbons are really too common. Therefore, the plan now is to tie a big red balloon to the baby’s wrist. NOBODY is going to miss that!! So now, I have to remind myself to take a red balloon along when I pack my hospital bag. The delivery is still months away but… a little a planning works! 🙂