No photos accompanying this post because I just want to put some thoughts into words before my slumber, which is getting a little tough with the little dude on his usual nocturnal hyperactive mode.

I’m at the tail end of Week 32 now and it still amazes me, everytime I look at my bulging baby bump in the mirror, that it now houses a little being who will forever change our lives when we meet him in a couple of months’ time.

I reminisce frequently about how he used to be a pin-sized little black dot on the ultrasound scan and how unsettling (and uncomfortable) it was to only be reminded of your pregnancy by nausea and lethargy. And how every day between the last and next gynae visit is like eternity because you just need to know that the baby is growing well EVERYDAY.

And I am so thankful for how the little black dot has grown so much and made it so far, by God’s grace. That he is now kicking, moving, squirming and practising moves with his little hands and legs to remind me how much he has grown.

No doubt uncomfortable at times and not to mention extremely distracting, his every little movement is so assuring 🙂

We are now going for check-ups every 2 weeks. At the previous check-up, he was flexing his little fingers when Dr Tan placed the scan above one of his hands. “Hello!” We said.

I’m at this stage of dilemma where I can’t wait to meet this precious little boy, to really say a big fat HELLO to him. But at the same time, I’m rather apprehensive about how life would change drastically with his arrival. I hope I’ll be a chill pill mum amidst the chaos and be able to enjoy the beauty of motherhood 😛

But for now, I’ll stick to enjoying rubbing my baby bump and asking ‘Laurent baby what are you doing?” as I watch him squirms around 🙂