I know I haven't posted in quite a while, but all has been very quiet on the baby front. The pregnancy is progressing well - my blood pressure is fine and baby M is the right size for the dates. He has decided to lodge his bottom under my ribs on the right - this is a new party trick he has discovered and one that I am keen to discourage. Perhaps his motivation is revenge... Phil and I have taken to crooning golden oldies at him lately. It started when he had a rather aggressive bout of hiccups and we were trying to help him stop. Perhaps he doesn't like Tom Jones and a rendition of "Moon River" with half the words replaced with 'la' after all.
Now that my due date is drawing near, I am being targeted by the scarily determined marketing people at Nutricia. Nutricia produce a formula milk that is very popular in The Netherlands. I've got vouchers; information on the money they donate to children in the third-world, and the knowledge that their fabulous product will help the immune system of my baby.
Hmm...
Leave.me.alone.
I'm sure that mother nature/God/whoever gave me these boobs for a reason other than the entertainment of my husband and I intend to use them.
Now that my due date is drawing near, I am being targeted by the scarily determined marketing people at Nutricia. Nutricia produce a formula milk that is very popular in The Netherlands. I've got vouchers; information on the money they donate to children in the third-world, and the knowledge that their fabulous product will help the immune system of my baby.
Hmm...
Leave.me.alone.
I'm sure that mother nature/God/whoever gave me these boobs for a reason other than the entertainment of my husband and I intend to use them.