Check Up Nr 3

Friday was the last check up, check up number three. We're still cruzing down the highway. No problems, hickups or pains. Miltons percictantly keeps waking up and kicking my hand when I rub the belly in a circular motion. Seems to be a "alarm clock" for him. It's kind of funny how I can push him from one side to the other. It's truly a freaky alien feeling.

Today I am starting to pack up all our stuff into boxes. The renovation begins on thursday. Can't wait until it is finished and we can go back to counting the days. D-day seems so close but still so far away and thinking about what will have to be done in our apartment I'd rather go for the far away :)

The Choice

Is it really possible that a baby, still not born, can communicate or even make decisions ? Probably not, but this morning something happened that made my girl and I break out in laughter.

After the regular breakfast procedure my girl and I laid down in our sofa to relax for a minute or two in front of the TV, before the day starts for real. I laid my hand on her visible stomach and started to "talk" to Milton. I said some things I thought was funny and made some funny sounds (well, I thought it was funny). During this whole event I felt him move around like I do almost every day. You know the "I-have-an-alien-in-my-stomach-and-I-am-on-my-way-out" movement.

Then I just started to wonder about Milton, the name Milton. "Does he really like that name ?", "Will he hate us for giving him that name ?", "Can he tell me if he likes Milton, or not ?"... I dont even know why I started thinking about that, but I hope I am not alone. Thinking about future things that might make my kid hate me. So, my next thought was... Why not just ask him ? I know he is awake since I can feel movement. So I put my finger right next to the right side of my girls belly button, then I moved closer to her belly and said something like this:

-"Milton, if you like your given name Milton, put some pressure on my fingertip".

1 second after that we both felt and saw one hard single punch, not even pressure but a punch, right on my fingertip. We both started to laugh out loud and thought it was really funny. I dont know if he acctually made a choice but I, like any parent would, like to think my child is smart and acctually made a choice. When it comes to my girl and I, we are convinced about one thing. The name, Milton, choosen by us, will stay. Our son deliberatly or not, also made his choice. The choice of his name, Milton.

"Ibland är förklaringen närmre än man tror"

Jag blev påmind idag av min kollega om en sak som hände på kontoret i början av September. Jag kommer ihåg att jag garvade som fasen när det hände. Få se om ni tycker det är lika kul som vi, som upplevde det :-)

Händer på kontoret:

Det ringer på dörren och in kommer två lagom-förvirrade kvinnor. De håller fram en liten handskriven lapp, och undrar om de kommit rätt. Kollegan slår en snabb titt på pappret och ser en massa spridda anteckningar, däribland adressen "Birger Jarlsgatan 34". Eftersom vi befinner oss på dito gata men snarare nummer 22, förklarar kollegan att nej, det är inte här, men längre upp på gatan. Samtidigt pekar han i den riktningen, varpå de försöker sätta av in mot vårt konferensrum, som ju ligger "i den" riktningen. Förklarar dock att nej, först måste ni åka ner med hissen, gå ut på gatan och därefter gå i den riktningen. Fine, de förstår och knatar således iväg. Kollegan går in till mig och följande konversation utspelar sig:

Kollegan: Hur svårt kan det vara? Det står "22" ovanför porten, men "34" på lappen, borde man då inte förstå att det är fel?

Jag (något disträ): Vad stod det på lappen sa du?

Kollegan (tänker tillbaka): Ja, det stod en massa saker, bland annat Birger Jarlsgatan 34....också nåt om Dyslexicentrum.

----Ridå----

First look

Last weekend before the big renovation of our apartment, Yiippi.... Everything is picked out, bought, delivered and waiting to take their rightful place in the apartment. My thoughts also came to Milton. How would he like his room to be and look like ? Does he really care ? When will he care ? I guess we have to force him our taste of colours and furniture for a while :-)

Late august we went to the "Mödravårdscentralen" as it is called in Sweden. I guess that is "Maternity Care Central"... .. .. or something like that. We got the information about growth, curves, standard test results and such. We also got our first look of Milton. The "examinator" :-) said she is 99.9% percent certain, it will be a boy. I wonder what the other 0.01% chance is ? A very manly girl ? Well, atleast we got to know what colors and toys to buy at 99.99% certainty. Not that pink isnt worthy a boy (isnt pink the new green, or something :) but my first choice of color, being a guy with likes and not-likes-very-much, will not be pink for a baby boy.

"In the oven"

Well... time goes by, acctually it just flies. I get the news -" I am pregnant" then it's almost like the baby is knocking on the door. Atleast we have cum up with a name =) I wish I could say that the name is a secret, to build up suspense but the blogs name kind of makes that impossible (unless this is a trick =).

Since this is my first blog ever and also my first child, bare with me in the pursuit of information and life.

Step 1 - is complete. While we are waiting for Step 2 (that would be the delivery of life) I will continue to write down my thoughts about life, my girl, me and of course our future, Milton.

20th of January is the magic date (or so they say). As long as it's not on the 11th of January I am fine with it. Reason ? Two out of my sisters three kids are born on the 11th. I wouldnt want a third birthday on the same day =)