Busy Weekend!

1, 2, 3, 4! Two arms and two legs! It feels like there are these spindly little things wanting to sprout from the ends of them. I hope they do soon, it gets a little boring counting to 4. Anyway for now I have 4 things to tell you!


On Friday night Mom and Dad took me to my first bar. Party, party, party! Their friends are crazy man. Dad tried to be funny telling everyone that I was coming in his punny and creative way (I can see that is going to grow old soon), and no one understood. So then he just blurted out, “Oh geez, I knocked’er up OK” to all their friends. Real classy dad. Have another Guiness.

Sunday afternoon, all I can say is thank goodness Mom isn’t a male Hindi! I’d surely be pierced by now! We went to Thaipusam, what a sight. Guys with pins and needles all through their bodies were carrying kavadis (these large semi-circular metal structures) or hooks in their back pulling portable altars. Ouch!















I overheard a few conversations this week. Today, mom and dad were trying to decide if I was a boy or a girl. I don’t even know what that means except one of them has a friend named Willy. Anyway it doesn’t sound like they want to know … today. Gosh, I hope they can make better decisions when I have a load in my diapers!

Finally, the other conversation I heard sounded like a bunch of little people (well bigger than me) all crowding around mom and saying things like:

“I heard you are going to have a baby!’
“Are you now Mrs. Robinson?”
“If you are not married how do you get a baby?”
“Are you going to get fat?”
“Where is the baby? Is it at home or in your tummy?”

I don’t know who these little people are, but they sound like they could take my lunch money! Keep them away mom!

Oh yeah, one other thing that I heard some people asking was, “Why Seven?” I’m only guessing here, but … Lucky Seven, I’m the seventh cousin, Mom and Dad are math geeks … your pick really … remember my dad thinks he’s funny, he’s going to be so embarrassing …

Seven Out!

First Trimester Visit

Click on the picture for a larger view
Well now that I'm old enough to write (hey I'm a smart kid!), here goes ...

That's me up there! I may look peaceful, but let me tell you about my day!

Dad snuck out of school at 2:15 (shhhhh) and met Mom by the elevator. Cautiously they looked over their shoulders, since limited Singapore friends know anything about me, the plan is to spill it to them all on Friday night for drinks (Apparently Mom's idea, but I think Dad is rubbing in the fact that he has a driver for 9 months!) I don't know what the big deal is, I'm just a little kiwi, ha, in size and nationality. Well half a Kiwi. Anyway, I’m trying to swim peacefully in my private spa. But, Dr. Hagarty starts poking me again, I have vague memories of this happening a few weeks ago, but I didn't have much of a brain then. Mom’s nervous and sending shots of adrenalin to me so I’m flipping and flopping. I try and wave, but the folks are just ooooing and ahhhing over me and I can’t get the message across … they are so sappy.

Mom still spins me around like a washing machine. She’s coughing and sputtering all the time. I guess she’s not used to me … yet. She ain’t seen nothing yet. Once my legs catch up to my head (which is still frickin’ huge) she won’t be able to keep up!

Doc says I’m healthy and all my body parts seem to be showing up, ears, nose, eyes and I’m swallowing, but Mom’s not feeding me much. Hopefully that will change soon. Doesn’t she know I’m growing like a centimeter a week!!!

Well, that’s all for now. I need to go practice my back flips. That ought to make Mom sick … hehe.

Seven