Well, Loki, it's official. You are ::::
A GIRL !!!!
And everybody knows it. Christmas dinner has never been so lively with the hubs' parents. Everyone found time to find your mum and give her a hug in private, telling her how happy they were that you were a girl (I pity the boy brought in this family! Ha!) and how much they were looking forward to it. We've got some dates down...pram and baby bed purchase will be in February, some stuff I can get now...so I'm on it.
I've got your swaddling blankets and burp cloths under control, as well as your coming home outfit. Oma (who wants to be called Grandma - which will be discussed shortly) has found you lots of very nice second-hand stuff. Some of it is boy stuff, but you'd hardly know it, and hey, you're not gonna be some fairy princess anyways, right little tomboy? At least you won't be saddled with some of the crap I remember (or worse yet, am PICTURED) wearing. Holy cow.
Can we say butterfly collars, anyone? (Whoever DOESN'T miss the 70's, raise your hand HIGH!)
Sad thing is that they really don't do baby showers, here, which a good buddy of mine told me. So we'll just have to muddle through.
And while we're on the subject.
Your Grandma R is not old enough to be called an Oma. And besides, your Great-Grandma I is already called Oma, which just messes with my head. There can be only one Oma! And your grandma R is just too young.
So I'd like to call her something else.
I am big on Spanish. Abuela? I also like the Greek form - YAYA! That would be so nifty. I don't want her to have a name that is not cool. My mum wants to be Nana, so that is out. (She had grandkids before poor Grandma R did).
I really like Yaya. Really alot. So I guess what I need to do is start whispering it in your ear when you come out so you'll say that instead of Grandma. Heaven help me. Manipulation before speaking!
Other than that, not much. You are growing, using up lots of growth hormone, and it is very odd to have you move in there as you get bigger. You sort of ... squish ... across my organs and that feels distinctly odd. Plus you're totally gonna be some hairy mammoth if this BS about the heartburn=baby hair ratio is true.
Only thing I'd like noted at this time is that needles stink. And I use them now. All. The. Time.
Stink stink stink.