D was kinda freaked to see piles of baby clothes overflowing from Mopi's cupboard, so this afternoon I thought I would get them in some sort of order.Believe it or not, in that mess I actually found a full wardrobe for several age groups: 0-3mths, 3-6mths, 6-9mths, quite a substantial number of outfits for 9-12mths, and I even have one outfit for 12-18mths.

I really don't know how that happened!
I was shopping for newborn clothes but... people must have shoved those other cute little outfits into my shopping basket when I wasn't looking!
Anyway, D has banned me from buying Mopi more clothes.
;P
Besides little hats and socks (she has 12 pairs!), I can't seem to resist buying cool drool catchers! So kerrrrute!

D: Does she really need NINE newborn bibs?!?!?!
That kinda reminds me of handbag shopping -
D: Do you really need ANOTHER handbag?
Duh!
On another note, I am trying to get stuck into a more vigourous exercise routine again. It seems that one needs to be fit to pop a baby out! So I've been heading to Fit4Two for aerobics, hopping on the cross-trainer and I am picking up the clubs again.
With the December to February festivities, my shingle-shangle illness and moving house kerfuffles, it's been a while since I've ventured onto the golf course. So yesterday, I went to the range for a bit of a hit.
At first, I felt kinda weird swinging the 7 iron and then I realised it's because I have put on quite a bit of bump since I last played. But it wasn't the bump giving me problems, it was my chest getting in the way!After yesterday's session, I was all prepared to play 9 holes today but the weather here has been VERY HOT and humid, so D thought it'd be wise to sit it out. We're going to play early tomorrow morning instead.
But that doesn't mean he's going to give up on an afternoon of golf. He's gone off to have a round with S, so I am going to munch on very nutritious butter and salt popcorn and watch Elizabeth Town. okbye!
Having practically done zip to prepare for her arrival, I had a little panic fit this week, which forced me to sort out my to-do/to-buy list (which basically meant collating must-have lists from Kirri, Claire and Yvette - thanks guys!) and head to the shops.



I said to Dr R: "She kinda just popped out suddenly!"

We've already established she has my pointy chin. Unfortunately, I think she also has my flat nose instead of D's nice pointy one. 

I think Mopi has had a major growth spurt.
So I decided to flip through What to expect when you are expecting - a book I discarded after about 10 weeks. (Pregnancy books are tres zzzz... and I am also scared to read the last chapters so I stop halfway!)
According to the book, the 40 weeks so work out to 9 months:
So we've gone and found Mopi a new home. 
Mopi has been kicking a lot more. The kicks are stronger now. Little karate chops. Hyaaaaayah! But they are still sporadic and there's no real time when she's particularly active. She seems to kick most when I am lying down on my back, probably in protest as I've read that's when space is most constricted. Incidentally, she seems to kick a lot when I pay mahjong as well. Maybe she likes the clicketyclack of the tiles. Now that she kicks a lot, if I don't feel anything for a while I poke at my tummy trying to get her to respond, usually in vain. She does what she wants! When I was feeling really ill last week it was nice to feel her kick, kinda reassuring to know she was alright and that I wasn't all alone in my suffering. Hope the meds didn't affect her too much. Poor doped up baby!
She doesn't really like classical music, especially hates opera (or maybe that's just me). She seems to like Enya though. During one particular song, she kicked for quite an extended period of time in rhythm to the music. Hilarious! But maybe that's only funny to me...




Blowing bubbles through a straw in a big glass of water. You know, bubble bubble blub blub blub. But it was a very slight sensation not violent or strong. Anyway, I thought it quite interesting but I didn't feel super excited, not enough to wake D and certainly not enough to not go back to sleep. So that's what I did, I went back to sleep.
We found out that MOPI IS A GIRL!!!!!! We did the scan in Singapore as we were there for the Christmas break. 


[Monday 28 November] A HUGE let down! We were supposed to be able to find out if Mopi is a GIRL or a boy this visit but the baby wouldn't turn around. The baby kept its back and butt to us and refused to flip over. Despite all the prodding and poking, Dr R just couldn't get Mopi to turn. Finally, we managed to isolate Mopi's legs but then the baby wouldn't spread them! ARGH! Anyway, the baby's heart rate was at a rapid 158! Everything else was normal - blood flow, placenta, head, brain, spine etc. Dr R also took a LOT of blood for a series of tests and indicators for Down's and other congenital abnormalities. Ow.






She had a funny story. The first time she she thought she was pregnant, dad was so great and refused to let her do anything... so she ordered him around and he did all the hosuework and stuff. Then her period came; "He gave me a kick!" Ha ha.
[Monday 26 September] ...technology is amazing. D came with me to Dr R's and we saw the little heart pumping away and heard it beat. Freaky. 
