Daily Movements

Despite all the books telling me that BabyG should be moving less and less now because he has less and less space, I am finding that this is not the case.

Last week the midwife said to me: "Are you getting at least ten movements a day?" I looked at her in horror thinking: "Isn't ten bowel movements a day rather a lot?" before realising that she was referring to BabyG movements. "You're kidding" I said. "It's more like 100". BabyG still moves around so much that he has a new nickname – The Tambourine Man. But I'm still loving watching my bump as BabyG moves around and gets himself comfortable, even though his preferred timing is, approximately, 2am.

The thing is that BabyG has happened across a very closely guarded secret... MummyG is incredibly ticklish. And BabyG has discovered that if he wriggles about by her ribs she reacts with a giggle and a shifting in her seat. He has also discovered that if he kicks MummyG when she is least expecting it she'll jump in her seat and go "ooh". So I'll give you three guesses what he does in there all day?

And he's not the only one playing high jinks. Beloved sister, Nancy, and Husband have both had a great time tapping on the tummy until BabyG wakes up, laughing in delight when he does, getting bored within a few seconds then leaving MummyG to cope with the resultant kicking/tickling/shifting around. However, MummyG gets her own back, at least in Husband's case, because when BabyG launches into his latest tambourine routine MummyG need only roll over and give Husband a "spoon" cuddle, thus inflicting the full force of the percussion session onto Husband's back. Ha!