He's been learning manners for the past few months now, knowing to say please and thank you and bye-bye.
He's been especially good at remembering politeness when there's the right incentive. On Christmas, Oma Yoke put a box of Ferrero Rocher chocolates on the coffee table for everyone to enjoy. Quick as a snake, he managed to utter a 'Thank you Oma' before making a hopeful move towards the box.
I got yet another reminder today to watch what I say... Papa gave Nico a slice of cucumber at dinner table, and instead of the normal 'Thank you Papa' we were expecting, we got a 'Merci Babe'... Thankfully he hasn't learnt anything rude from me yet.
Went to see the midwife today. 24 days to go and Toni is referring me to get a scan and diagnostic at National Women's Hospital so that we can assess how much of an issue Bean's size is. My fundal height is 2-3 cm behind (should be 36cm) so we'll be expecting a concentrate-sized baby. If she stops growing, I'll have to get induced. Otherwise, all is going well - protein ok, so is blood pressure, and Bean's heartbeat is strong. Her head is well engaged so it can now be any time soon.
I was supposed to do some work yesterday but decided to go to the beach instead, and catch up on work today instead. Today - was so tired I had to head to bed and only woke up till midday. Still, the 2hr snooze helped me feel good enough to be a lot more productive and get some good work done. When I have my own queendom, I will set a decree that everyone should have a siesta.
30mins to go till the end of today, so my primary prediction will be incorrect real soon. Second guess is 17/01.
