Grumble, grumble

Hunger has struck! Everyday around 8:30 or 9, even after a good breakfast, if managed, I start to get really, really hungry. The usual food aversions have stuck, but anything with bread, meat or potatoes is usually good. I never thought, not least for these past three months, that I’d be craving a beef empanada for breakfast, but clearly this baby isn’t a vegetarian… sorry Andrew!

During the long hours and sometimes very uncomfortable waking moments of the day and night, my mind starts to wonder. Not just if this is a boy or a girl, or what his or her laugh will sound like to us, but sometimes you start thinking of silly things. Should I have more pain, should I have less? Should the gas and burping bother me more? Should I have a bump by now? Should I eat a grapefruit, because I can’t even find one? Next Monday we have our big scan to detect the nose and nuclear development. Sometimes I wonder what exactly the point of such a scan is. I mean, how many mothers would terminate their pregnancy with a hint of possible bad news. The results are only 60% accurate anyway. And what good will it do anyone to worry like mad for 6 more months about this small chance of imperfection, when while of course we all dream of it, we know it’s quite impossible. I long for the scan, as usual, to see and hear our baby and see how big he/she has got, and while I know to be told, once more, that everything is perfect would be…perfect, well, a mother is a worrier. We fly home in just 9 days! I realize Marina and the other troops might be disappointed to find me with no bump yet, but I have a feeling Baby D is awaiting his happy arrival home to appear to the world. To us, junior is definitely there, to stroke, talk to and credit with my big win against Steve in tennis on Saturday! Colombian doubles, I call it. Luca says that if we keep playing until I’m big, Steve’s advantage will become desperately unfair, although I’m quite sure my husband, with his selfless spirit, will let me win a shot or two, just so that his offspring doesn’t get a totally incorrect first impression of their Daddy.

And so, the weeks go by. We have less than 200 days to go now! It seems like a lot, but with the applying for jobs, the dream of buying a home and tons of tons of excitement, the days pass. June will be here before we know it!