I've started getting a taste of what a stranded whale must feel like. With an average rate of 3-5 toilet visits a night, I have developed a special technique for rolling out of bed without 1) feeling too much pain in my hip, 2) lying over the bump and 3) putting any pressure on my bladder. I'm thinking about patenting it. Summer is getting pretty hot for me - probably one of the rare occasions when I feel the heat more than Bas.
I've started going to hospital on a weekly basis, to keep an eye on Bean and make sure she's doing ok in there. If by next Tuesday she still won't show up, we'll have to decide whether we'll need give a kick up her vernixed bum and induce her out. Last Tuesday's scan actually showed her opening and closing her mouth - presumably taking a sip of a concotion made of amniotic fluid, vernix and urine. I'd have thought that this alone would have been a reason to be born smiling, milk has *got* to taste better. We also saw her poke her tongue out, and while listening to her heartbeat, we heard her kicking the umbilical cord.
The zoo is on the cards later on today - lots of walking will hopefully do to Bean what it did to her big brother.
Nico is 2 years and 3 months today.
Ba Ngoai is over and entertaining and looking after him which is a huge help. He's getting overdosed on attention and cuddles, not to mention toys on a regular basis. His Vietnamese has really improved - must start speaking French to him again so he doesn't forget. Unfortunately his command of English interjections is also improving. His Papa and I got graced with a 'Yuck!' after we kissed in front of him.
Nico has been enjoying his summer with Papa. I think the enjoyment was reciprocal since Papa decided that Friday was looking far too sunny to be away from the beach with his son.
We have Taaroa sleeping over for the night. While Nico was pretty excited to have a mate to play football (that's soccer) and share a bubble bath with, he still hasn't grasped the concept of sharing very well. His ever-so-popular rocking dragon was again the object of contention. He was generous enough to offer Taaroa his own toy car back though.
Wait till this Bean comes out. She's going to stick around and take a good share of his attention, some of his books and toys and clothes, and bicker with him for the rest of their lives. He's sleeping so soundly right now, having no idea what'll shortly hit him...
