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Week 33 to 35 (Pineapple to honeydew)

Things are getting really close now. Mum is struggling with her back and I've had to start taking on more around the house. It helps now that we've started ante-natal classes and have been able to chat to some other pregnant couples.

We're very lucky in that our NCT group are great. We've met four really nice couples and we all seem to get on well. We went out for our first meal last week and have planned another for next week. It's great to be able to talk to people in the same situation.

In fact the way our NCT coordinator talks about the birth and the first few months, it almost feels like we're all a unit preparing to go into battle. There are so many different cries, emotions, signs we have to get to know about how baby's feeling plus there're all these warnings about sleep deprivation, strange occurrences at birth, cone heads, something called 'The Show',.... WTF!

We're also starting to get into baby shower season, that's something I know absolutely nothing about. Something tells me it's going to be educational from now on in.

I also wrote a couple of new stories I've been reading to Munchkin....

Munchkin goes to beach

Today Munchkin went to the beach
He couldn't see where he was going
He couldn't feel where he was going
But he could hear where he was going
From inside mummy's tummy
Where he was tucked up like a pea in a pod

At the beach the waves crashed against the shore
Munchkin couldn't see the waves
And he couldn't feel the waves
But he could hear the waves
And the sound they made went
Shwoosh shwoosh shwoosh

At the beach there were some gulls
Munchkin couldn't see the gulls
And he couldn't feel the gulls
But he could hear the gulls
And the sound they made went
Kaarrr kaarrr kaarrr

At the beach there were some children playing
Munchkin couldn't see the children playing
And he couldn't feel anyone around him
But he could hear them laughing
And the sound they made went
Ha ha ha ha ha

At the beach the sand squelched beneath their feet
Munchkin couldn't see the sand
And he couldn't feel the sand
But he could hear the sound
And it sounded like this
Qweu qweu qweu

Near the beach a boat pulled into the harbour
Munchkin couldn't see the boat
And he couldn't feel the boat
But he could hear the boat
And the sound it made went
Phnaaa phnaaa phnaaa

But then it was time to leave
Because the sun was starting to set
And mummy was hungry
Having to feed both her and munchkin at the same time

and the next one....

Munchkin at home

Today Munchkin played at home
He couldn't see he was at home
He couldn't feel he was at home
But he could hear he was at home
From inside mummy's tummy
Where he was starting to plan his escape

At home, mummy put the tap on
Munchkin couldn't see the tap
And he couldn't feel the tap
But he could hear the tap
And the sound it made went
Drip drip drip

At home the postman rang the doorbell
Munchkin couldn't see the doorbell
And he couldn't feel the doorbell
But he could hear the doorbell
And the sound it made went
Ding dong ding dong

At home the wind blew into the window
Munchkin couldn't see the wind blowing
And he couldn't feel the wind blowing
But he could hear the wind blowing
And the sound it made went
Woosh woosh woosh

At home daddy put the coffee on the stove
Munchkin couldn't see the coffee boiling
And he couldn't smell the coffee boiling
But he could hear the coffee boiling
And the sound it made went
Bubble bubble bubble

At home the vacuum cleaner was picking up dust
Munchkin couldn't see the vacuum cleaner
And he couldn't feel the vacuum cleaner
But he could hear the vacuum cleaner
And the sound it made went
Vrrrm vrrrm vrrrm

Then it was time for bed
Because mummy was feeling tired
As munchkin was getting bigger and bigger
And mummy was carrying him around all day

We're moving into the red zone, 3 or potentially 7 weeks to go!

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