Baby Talk
I have been developing a relationship with my unborn child lately.
In between the bedtime stories and nursery rhymes, I have been talking to him rather recently. Mostly, I would rub my belly and say hello. Other times, I would tell him what I am intending to do next (eg: Let’s walk to Art Centre to meet Daddy). Of course every often when I get some uncomfortable kicks, I would plea with him to play nice.
Lately, I have been taking the public transport to work alone. On the tram in the morning, the baby moves quite a bit. I wonder if it is a different experience and it feels quite unnerving because KL usually drives me to work. I’d rub my belly and hum a tune and he would usually stop. I like to think he feels comforted with my voice and the warmth of my hand on the belly.
Yesterday, I was nervous about getting a flu shot. Although it’s perfectly safe to have one while being pregnant as well as it is highly recommended that I do so, I can’t help to think that I might be harming him. So on my way to the flu vaccination centre, I stopped by the toilet. I took the second last stall and thinking I was alone, I rubbed my belly and said, “Baby, you sure its okay? You ready for this?” Next thing I know, there was a flush in the next stall. SHIT! I realised I’m not alone.
I came home and told KL about it. He thinks its hilarious because the person might think I was talking to my privates and preparing my privates for a pee. Hahaa…