After 6 months of denial, I finally dragged my sorry ass off to ante-natal yoga class for the first time. Apart from I can’t keep myself balanced standing on one leg, it was going well and I like the yoga instructor very much. The other ladies were a lot more graceful than I am but heck, I’m not going to give birth standing on one leg so sod it! The breathing exercises are good but some of the instruction goes well past my head - like “use your inner upper chest breathing and direct it down towards mother earth” kinda thing. Inner upper chest breathing my *** I inhale and I exhale and that’s it. No mother earth for me.
I desperately trying to teach my dear husband another children song so now he alternates between Mikkel Rev and Ole Brumm *phew* although it’s still just one Ole Brumm for every hundred Mikkel Rev…
Her kommer Ole Brumm (Here comes Winnie the Pooh)
en liten bjørn i skogen (a little bear in the forest)
tra la la la la bum (well… tra la la la la bum)
jeg heter Ole Brumm (my name is Winnie the Pooh)
Darling daddy-to-be said he’ll miss my tummy very much when Freya is out and he’s planning to impregnate me non-stop to keep my tummy forever at the right size. Hmmm…
Freya’s kicking is more coordinated this week and she can really aim at certain stomach part to take my breath away. If she comes out in time she’d probably have enough time to practice for the Olympic in Beijing next year.
FACT: Freya would start hiccuping. She will usually decide to party while mommy is resting or asleep. Her eyes are partially opened - quite sensibly as who would want to open their eyes wide in a fetid old swamp of amniotic fluid? She is now covered all over with vernix, so it looks a bit like one of those long-distance swimmers smothered in gunk. Except babies have got more brains than to try to swim from Cuba to Florida. Height: 25 cm, weight: 1 kilo.
How mommy’s life is changing:
- Nothing much. Just wee all the time.
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Should teach Freya 'Abang Tukang Bakso' to counter daddy's song :D
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