Word is slipping out. S is on Skype to her good friend J in the US of A and the cry just same out “We’ll…we’re going to have a baby!” Luckily J wasn’t on speaker, although I think I almost heard her congratulations flying over the Pacific Ocean to us here in lovely Java.
Overall we’ve done a pretty woeful job of not telling people about it — it’s difficult to keep something quite when you think about it 24/7. Even now we still find ourselves sitting on the lounge, S slowly rubbing her belly staring into space, me hypnotised with the circular motions of her hands — and there’s not even a lump to rub yet!
S was saying this evening that the construction of her internal jungle gym is continuing apace — she can’t really describe it in much more detail than that — she sort of just lays there, vaguely gestures with her hands and mumbles something along the lines of;
“It feels sort of like grrmmn–phhht”
hmmm…
I was eager to avoid last night’s food fiasco and it seems so was S. Tonight when I asked her what she’d like for dinner I got a short, sharp, well-prepared response.
“Spaghetti”
No delicate, old-mamma-hand-made, sea-salted, evian watered fresh unleavened dough. Instead straight out of the bag with a bland tomato sauce would be fine.
Bland — oh what music to my ears.
I know this is supposed to be a baby-blog, and it is sort of… The problem is that the only real manifestations of the pregnancy in S’s bizarre food cravings. No doubt, once the internal-jungle-gym is complete and the baby starts filling the empty space with, well baby, we’ll get more of the standard babyish behaviours — tantrums and other ill-mannered and totally irrational behaviours… I can’t wait.
Tomorrow to Singapore for an overnighter — my first night away from S and the bub!