|Raffi - my first baby|
My friend called me and said ," How's the little one doing".
I said "which one - cooking one or furry one?"
It does get confusing sometimes. My pooch had a fever and wasn't well over the last couple of days so I've been duping him into eating narcotics by stuffing them into cheese. ( At the moment you could probably do that to me as well.) He's ok with the pain killers - not so great with the antibiotics. If I don't get it right he just spits them out onto the floor.
But interesting turn... I think this is really the first time I am thinking about my little alien as it's own separate entity rather than as a vomit inducing extension of myself.
Actually I've started to notice that I'm no longer calling it my little alien when I'm speaking anymore. It's turning into something cuter. So I hereby christen it Bumpkin - well at least for a few more weeks anyway.
Bumpkin is starting to move around a bit more. I get the occasional wriggle here and there. So I guess it is making itself more apparent. I am looking forward to the 20 week scan so I can stop calling it, well, "It" and it's got a bit more of an identity.