7 Months and Growing

It seems my enormous appetite in the past two weeks (yet another series of days where I can't get enough food and must eat every two hours) has produced another growth spurt and I now officially feel increasingly like a fat slug.

My enjoyment of the changes my body is experiencing during pregnancy continues to reduce as my levels of disgust at such common aliments as swollen ankles, sore back, slight shortness of breath, lack of energy, milk udder boobs etc continues to grow.

To add insult to injury Rob on the other hand has been exercising like a man possessed and looks like a slim and fit 20 something guy....


Given I've also been so bored at work the past few months - one client is just not enough to keep the hours rolling by, especially after being used to over-worked, under-staffed consultancy life, allows me to dwell even further on the interminable length of a nine month pregnancy.


Which has also afforded me plenty of time to emerge myself in the horrors of childbirth as authored by online blogging mothers. These women generously provide extremely graphic details of 'real-life' labor and childbirth stories that leave hairs standing up on my head. Besides the obvious voyoristic appeal of getting a glimpse into strangers lives via well maintained blogs I'm working on the theory that provided I read every possible horror story in the world, our birth experience could not possibly be as bad as all of those put together - so will therefore leave me feeling like it wasn't as bad as it could have been once it's all over. Rob is of the opinion I should stop scaring myself with all these modern-day horror stories but I can't help it.


I am also getting a sick sense of enjoyment at finding photos of all these mid-west american mothers-to-be who post pictures of their pregnant bellies at various stages of growth on the web. I especially like the ones of the women who look WAY BIGGER than me.

I know - seek help immediately.


Raylee and Barry last week air freighted over to Dubai our Australian Safety approved car seat which arrived at Emirates Air Freight express this week. And promoted me to have a dream the other day that we also collected our baby from Emirates Air Freight Express - clearly my preferred child birth option.


After much research and debate between Rob and I - and comments from him such as - well I don't see why the British Standard Child Capsule sold in Dubai won't be good enough, I was able to demonstrate the added saftey of the anchor points and five point child restraint, over a simple seatbelt threaded through the capsule base - and when he considered this in light of the clear speed demon madness we experience daily on the Dubai roads, we came to the decision that the Australian Safetly Standard capsule it was to be.

Which brings us to the next issue of a name. It seems 'no name' it will be if we don't make a decision soon. So in typical style, our decision to not make a decision until our backs are up against the wall and he's been born seems to be the most appealing option right now.


We currently have four names on the go - Aston for obvious reason's - it was the first name we loved - Samuel for a more mainstream name - Aden for a name representative of the region he'll be born - and Ari because we like the sound of it, although we don't like it's overwhelming link to religion. Though you could say the same for Samuel I suppose.