May 26
I’m feeling the baby kick. Since the 20th of May. It is a wee bit early to be able to feel the baby, but I read something that said new mums often dismiss the first kicks and so on as gas. Experienced mums recognise the feelings. So I’ve been paying careful attention to my abdomen, and I can definitely pick the sensation. It’s SUCH a lovely feeling. He squirms around too, which feels remarkable like my guts moving sideways. I roll over in bed, and then he rolls over a moment or two later. But the little kicks (or possible punches) are my favourite. It makes me grin all over my face every time I feel one. And if I’m alone my hands go straight under my waistband (like Al Bundy on the couch) to see if I can feel any more.

I have the anatomy scan on Monday 16th June. So I’ll know the gender that day. And if the baby is being all coy and lying in a position that makes it impossible to see, I’m going to massage my tummy until it moves! There is no way I can wait a whole 9 months to find out! Four months is hard enough!
I have got pink clothes, blue clothes, yellow and purple and green and white clothes. Whatever gender I get, I’ll have plenty! Though mum did the wedding ring test on me, and that says pretty firmly that it’s a boy. I was hoping for a girl, but plans are to have several more, so I’ll get around to a girl eventually, if this one IS a boy.
We live in an apartment in the centre of Auckland. The size of the place is good, but once the first child becomes highly mobile and wants to run around outside there’s no garden. Let alone the hazard of all the things being thrown off the balcony. Hopefully not any children going over the balcony, but without considering the damage to the gadget, a remote control thrown from 14 stories becomes pretty lethal by the time it reaches ground level!