Yet another visit

Today I am 28 weeks and 1 day pregnant.

On Thursday morning we met with Dr Paul McPherson.

Nothing worth noting, my blood pressure is at 95/50 (or maybe it was 90/55), Tadpole's heartbeat still sounds like a journey on train rails, and my fundal height (measured from the top of the pubic bone to the top of the uterus to estimate to assess fetal growth and development. Not to be confused with fungal height) is about average.

He said that Tadpole is about 900g - 1kg. I've now reached 54kg, so my increase in weight (7kg in total) seems on the light side, but still falls within normal range. We raised the question of Tadpole's size, so to very roughly predict his birth weight, we'd have to calculate the average birth weight of European babies, then the average birth weight of Asian babies, and then average these two figures. Before I could put my brain into mental calculus mode, its self-survival function took over and shut down before I figure out my chances of having either an episiotomy or a caesarian.

Turns out that at this stage, what I eat will not affect Tadpole's size, only mine. Time to go shop for more KitKats and Wendy's. Although let's be honest, I can't say with a straight face that that I've been depriving myself a lot anyway.

On Friday morning, BAT and BT were having morning tea as we always do (the highlight of my week unless there are no sausage rolls), when Don pointed out that my shoe lace was undone. I was aware of that, but couldn't be bothered trying to find a comfortable position to bend down and tie them, so I thought I'd leave it till... (this is where my thought process stopped)So Robin, who was standing next to him, just kneeled on the floor and tied the shoe lace for me.Three words: gratitude, embarrassment, and blushing. All that extra blood flowing in my body suddenly defied gravity and pumped straight up to my face at the sight of my CIO kneeling in front of me with 30-odd people watching. Anyway, that was proof that chivalry still exists in the 21st century.