I’m exhausted from such a busy week!

This last week has been an exhausting one. I’m tired just thinking about it, so I’m not sure how mom is handling it!

First of all, mom and dad told me that this was a special week, because it was Canada Day. Mom says that this is a day to celebrate Canada as a country, but that a lot of people just use it as an extra day off work. I’m not sure about that, but I do know that mom and dad used their day off to it’s fullest. After taking the opportunity to sleep in–which mom doesn’t get a chance to do much anymore–they went to a Blue Jays game. I have a feeling that it’s kind of like a TFC game, but a little less rowdy. There was a lot of clapping and woohooing happening, but not nearly as much chanting and cheering. I think that both the Blue Jays and TFC games seem like a lot of fun, so I hope that I’ll get to go to some when I come out!

After the game, mom and dad went out to watch some World Cup footy. If I thought that I would be able to get some peace and quiet during this game, boy was I wrong! It seems that the whole place was yelling and cheering–almost as loud as at the Blue Jays game! Luckily, that game didn’t last as long as the Blue Jays game. And even luckier, after the game, mom and dad came home for a little bit to rest.

I know that mom used this time to sit back with her feet up, and since I had been awake all day because of the noise I enjoyed the rest time, too. I even got a bit of a nap in! But, it didn’t last long, because mom and dad went out to see what the call fireworks. I’m not sure what they look like, but they sure are loud. All could hear was “pop, pop, pop” over and over again. The first one startled me and I kicked hard, but when mom put her hand over my kick, it made me feel safe. As I continued to listen to the fireworks, the less they scared me, and the noise almost became soothing–not enough to make me go back to sleep, but enough to keep me still for a while.

Believe it or not, that was only one day of the week! Now, you can see why I’m so tired. I haven’t even talked about the other Blue Jays game or the visit from Nany and Papa…I guess you’ll just have to wait until next time!

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33 weeks and counting!

Mom says that I am 33 weeks now and only have seven more weeks to go inside here! I can’t believe how fast time has flown and that I am going to be coming out soon. I’m so excited to finally get to meet mom and dad! Being 33 weeks means that I am getting really big to prepare myself for the arrival. In fact, this week, mom says that I am the size of a honeydew melon–you know, those yummy green melons that mom says are especially tasty now that it’s getting so hot out.

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As I grow, I’m finding that I have less space in here. Now, when I try to move and kick, it seems that more often than not, I’m hitting something hard–I even sometimes hurt myself! I think that mom is really starting to feel my kicks, too. Sometimes I can feel her pushing back on me when I’m kicking. I’m not sure what she’s trying to do, but I like that we can communicate to each other this way.

I’ve also noticed that her, dad and even my fur-sister are starting to talk to me more and more. I like when they talk to me, it makes me feel like the transition between being in here and being out there will go much smoother. Although, I’m still not sure what my fur-sister is going to think of me on the outside. I’m going to try my best to be good to her, but I keep hearing mom and dad warning her that soon she isn’t going to be the only baby anymore, so she’ll have to learn to share the love. I can’t wait to meet and play with her!

Maxin’ and relaxin’

Today mom went for a massage and now she says that she feels like a million bucks. That seems like a weird thing to feel like to me…how can a person feel like money? Just another thing I hope to learn about on the outside!bowlingball_clip_art_15758

Because I’ve been growing so much lately, mom says that her growing belly has been putting a lot of stress on her back. In fact, she says it’s a lot like carrying a bowling ball on her belly. I’m not sure, but I don’t think that bowling balls and babies look the same. I’m pretty sure my mom is a smart lady, but sometimes I think that maybe she really doesn’t really know what she’s talking about!

During mom’s massage, I could tell that she was getting nice and relaxed. Although I like to move and kick when she’s being still–as a reminder that I’m still here–I stayed as quiet and calm as I could. I figure that this was the least I could do, since mom is taking such good care of me in here! And, also between the calming music and the gentle rocking back and forth, I think that I may have fallen asleep. I think that maybe mom did too, since I think I could hear her snoring!

After the massage, mom asked the masseuse to show her some things that dad can do at home to help with her back pain. I hope that dad can help mom out and do just as good of a job! Not only do I think that mom deserves it, but I like the way it feels too.

32 weeks just flew by!

The past week has been soooo busy that I haven’t’ had a chance to update everyone on what’s been going on in here. At 32 weeks, mom says that I am about the sikabocha_183666ze of a squash. I don’t know how mom feels about having a squash in her belly, but she did have an appointment this week so she could see me and see how I’ve been growing.

During the appointment, I knew that mom would be excited to see me, so I tried really hard to stay still! But, because mom was lying so still, it was hard for me to lie still, too. It made me just want to move and wiggle around. It took a while, but in the end, mom ended up getting a pretty good look at me from every angle. I hope she’s happy with what she sees so far!

Not only did mom get a chance to see me, but she also got to find out how well I’m growing–the doctor says that so far I’m four pounds eight ounces. Mom seemed surprised that I was that big already, but the doctor said that there was nothing to worry about. She might not be worried, but I am…space is really starting to get tight in here!

What are they going to call me?

Even though mom and dad call me baby now, I know that when I come out that they’re going to start calling me something different. And I know this because I’ve heard them talking about it a lot lately–actually almost every day.

But, the problem is, mom and dad can’t agree on what they want to call me. Mom wants one thing and dad wants another–they just can’t seem to agree! And, because they both seem pretty set on their names, I’m not sure what’s going to happen. Dad keeps telling mom that since he’s a man and that I’m a boy that he should get to pick my name. I’m not sure, it makes sense to me–what does mom really know about boy’s names if she’s a girl? But, mom doesn’t seem to agree with dad and I. She’s pretty set on using the name that she has picked out. One thing they do agree on, though, is that I am not going to be named after dad, since neither of them likes the sound of Neil Junior. I don’t know about you, but I don’t think it sounds too bad, does it?

They call my fur-sister a lot of different names–Molly, Missy, Lil Miss, pumpkin–so doesn’t that mean that they call me a bunch of names too? And then, both mom and dad can use the names they want…and maybe I can pick a name for myself! Since mom and dad have been watching the World Cup, I’ve heard of this player called Hulk. I like it a lot and think that would be the name that I would choose for myself–I can’t wait to tell mom and dad!

I’m not sure what they’re going to end up calling me, but since Mom says that I don’t have much longer in here, they should probably decide on something soon!

Yum! Cocount

Mom says that I am 31 weeks old now and that I weigh as much as a large coconut.

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Room in here is getting pretty tight, and I’m noticing that when I look around, that my arms and legs are getting fatter. Mom says that over the next nine weeks, I am going to plump up, gaining between three and five pounds. I’ve also noticed that my skin is getting less see-through. It’s crazy, but I’m seeing changes everyday. I’m not sure, but I think that I’m getting close to the time when I enter the world!

Dad keeps teasing mom that I’m going to be a big boy when I come out. He says that since he was over nine pounds, that probably means that I will be, too. I can’t imagine getting that big, mostly because I’m not sure how nine pounds of me is going to fit in here–or come out. Actually, I don’t even know how I’m going to come out…hopefully I won’t get too big and get stuck in here!

 

World cup footy

Mom and dad (especially dad) are really excited right now, since it’s what they call The World Cup. I’m not 100% sure what it means, but I do know that right now, it means footy everyday! And I know that that makes dad really happy. I can’t wait until I come out so I can see what World Cup and footy are really all about. I think that footy must involve kicking, though, since every time I kick my feet around in here, mom says that she thinks I’m going to be a footy player. I’m really hoping that I like it as much as dad does–it will give us something to do together!

This weekend, mom told me that we were going to watch our first England match. England is where dad is from, so that’s the team that we want to win in the World Cup. During the match, I couldn’t see what was going on, but I can tell you one thing–it sure was noisy! I could hear every time a goal was scored for both teams. But, it definitely was much louder in there when England scored than when the other team did. Luckily, I wasn’t sleepy during the game, since I had a nap on the subway ride there (subway rides always made me sleepy). With all that noise, there is no way I would have been able to sleep!

After the noise quieted down, mom and dad were talking about how upset they were that England lost the game. But, they also said that the next game should be better. I’m not sure when it is, but at least this time I know what to expect!

I don’t know for sure, but I think that when I’m out that I will cheer for England, too. But, after the last game, dad warned me that I should get used to disappointment of being an England fan. So, maybe I should reconsider?