Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Happy New Year: 31 weeks on December 31

Today is December 31, day number 218, and I am 31 weeks! I have 62 days or 9 weeks left, and are 77.9% of the way there. My doctor said that I should stay here until February 11th, so till then – I will continue to kick my mom’s belly from inside.

This week, I measure over 40 cm long. I weigh about 1,5 kg and I am heading into a growth spurt. I can turn my head from side to side, and my arms, legs, and body are beginning to plump out as needed fat accumulates underneath my skin. I am moving a lot, too, so my mom has (again) trouble sleeping because I kick and somersaults keep her up. But all this moving is only a sign that I am active and healthy.

Yesterday we have visited my mom’s doctor. My dad took a video of me, and he caught me at the moment of my yawning.



Tonight I am going with my mom and dad to my also unborn friend’s house for New Year’s eve. I hope that my mom will not fall asleep before midnight. Otherwise I will again have to kick her and wake her up, and to make her try some more of this “руска салата”, “кифлички” and “мисирка” that my dad makes so tasty! And who knows, maybe I will also meet Santa as well?!

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL!!!

Saturday, December 27, 2008

NM NY Party

Last week, on Christmas Eve, my mom took me to a NY party with her co-workers from New Moment. I was dancing all night long and I had a great time! So was my mom.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Christmas time....

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!















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The football tournament

Cheerleading at the football tournament

Last week my mom and dad took me to my mom's co-workers football tournament, where one 'caircanes' almost hit my premises.

It is then that I promised that I will sh** out of him when I'll be born. Other wise I think I understand football better than ma.

Here are some photos and some videos.




I am 30. So is my dad.

Today is day number 212 and I am 30 weeks! I have 10 weeks left and I am 75,7% of the way there.

I am now about 40 cm long now, and I weigh about 1.35 kilos, the weight of the head of the cabbage – a culture that my father says is at its peak of popularity in these particular days. A pint and a half of -- no, not beer, but an amniotic fluid -- surrounds me, but that volume will decrease as I get bigger and take up more room and bathroom in my mom's U-Terrace.

My eyesight continues to develop, though it's not very keen – for which my father says that I am lucky not to be able to suffer the visual ugliness of this world embodied in dudes like B13, BC, Sneze Gavazova and alike. But even after I am born, I'll keep my eyes closed for a good part of the day. And when I do open them, I do really want to see some smiling faces, sun, and a god damn warm milk container, be it a titty, a bottle or a mug.

I'll respond to changes in light but will have 20/400 vision — which means I can only make out objects a few inches from my face, and any how many peps will have the permission to step that near to me – Ivica Bocevski, Marko Spasovski, George Cloonie? Just for the record - a normal adult vision is 20/20, although my father do know many occasions that later this perfect relations. My dad – a savant, or…?

In the past week I:

- Went to my mother's co-workers football tournament where one 'caircanes' almost hit my premises. It is then that I promised that I will sh** out of him when I'll be born. Other wise I think I understand football better than ma.

- Also went to 'слава' (a name day) where my mom has over-eaten her self and that with beans so I had this bizarre experience of a night struggle with a sporadic gas exhaustions that kept pushing me away and to the center. Dude, farting at some one might be fun, but farting by some one!

- But then the next day I went to my granny Duci-Da-Man, I had a real nasty ass kicking “сарма”, not my dad's recipe that totally recommended to vegetarians who would not only convert by tasting real shit but will have to give hope of ever having a normal cholesterol level.

- Yesterday we went to doctor Vesna, my dad's favourite as he is doctoromisogenic. And my mom has some teeth fixed. Can you F*** imagine how that looks and feels from the inside? Some one buzzing, and anxiously, but not sturdy, trembling your castle. And then at the end, as if all those nightmarish hissing and buzzing sounds were not enough, a bloody 'халогенско плаво' light on the top of my house. I am seriously happy that I shall be using my lips only in the first time.

- And last but not least, my dad is not on 'службено путовање', but with his duties, daily habits and working rhythm that are different than mom's, I am looking forward to the holidays to have some quality time spent with my lovely bi-human world.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

29 weeks: Dancing, dancing, dancing..

This is day number 203 and I am 29 weeks “old”! I have 77 days or 11 weeks left, and am 72.5% of the way there.

I now weigh about 1.2 kilos (like a butternut squash) and am a tad over 38 cm long from head to heel. My muscles and lungs are continuing to mature, and my head is growing bigger to make room for my developing brain. To meet my increasing nutritional demands, my mom will now need plenty of protein, vitamins C, folic acid, and iron. And because my bones are soaking up lots of calcium, she must drink lots of milk (or find another good source of calcium, such as cheese, yogurt, or enriched orange juice). This trimester, about 250 milligrams of calcium are deposited in your baby's hardening skeleton each day.

I am also very active now. I am kicking, stretching and dancing all the time. My kicks are so strong that they can be seen it from outside!

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Сум се паел зељка (Or: I’ve made myself a cabbage)

This is day number 197 and I am 28 weeks! I have 83 days or 12 weeks left, and I am 70.4% of the way there.

By this week, I weigh slightly more than one kilogram, finally some real life measurement. And I am the size of a Chinese cabbage, not that ours are not good a comparable material, they are just not standard uniformed in size as those commie from the east.

I am approximately 38 centimeters from the top of my head to my heels. I can blink my eyes, a movement that my father advices me practicing, should I gain chemical interest, professional prospects, social prosperity and of course some money. Naahh, my dad knows that coming from them at least I shall not want to practice the old art of “шмизлинг”. My eyes also sport lashes. Now these how ever shall be additionally made to stand out by nice unobtrusive decoration some day. As my eyesight develops, I am able to see the light that filters in through my mom’s womb. Of course when there is light and my dad hadn’t decided to have us put to bad.

I am also developing billions of neurons in my brain, yohooo, mathe-mother-mathics, here I come! And I am also adding more body fat in preparation for life in the outside world. Why fat I have no idea.

I also have this habit of more frequent kicking which drives my mother restless all the time, but my father over thrilled with smiles. Well, can’t have them both parties satisfied all time. BTW, my parent’s are simply great, they are suffering from a group back ache. What a lovely ‘rachitic’ family we are, and life hasn’t fully began.

Last week I went by my cousin Ina to help her with some IT skills, actually I was but a silent observer in the demo, but so was my father. At least, I know some more about Excel than him although he likes to think that life ain’t Excel, life is full of incalculable cells of all kinds, and smells. Well, that’s him at almost his best.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Taksirat 10

Last weekend my mom and dad took me to an event called “Taksirat”. As I understood, this is a music festival to which my parents are very loyal, for the past 10 years! They haven’t missed a single concert of this festival since 1999.

So they took me to this huge dark Skopje Fair hall, full of people drinking beer and strange looks on their faces…. I was feeling a little bit confused in my mom’s belly, especially when she started to jump and excitedly dance, making very strange moves with her legs!

I saw then my dad making even more funny moves and steps that my mom! Later on I figured out that it was the dance move typical for a music genre called “ska”, my mom’s and dad’s favorite music! And it was happening on the concert of Nevil Staple, ex member of “The Specials”, one of my parent’s favorite ska bands, and even more on the performance of “Superhiks”, the best Macedonian ska band, partly consisted of fathers of some of my friends waiting for me out there, in the outer world!

I was also learned about what is punk and what is hip-hop, who were “The Ramones”, who are “The Roots”, and so on. However, I enjoyed that crazy night dancing and jumping in my mom’s belly for almost 5 hours. But I know that this would not be possible without the help of my “bodyguards” – my dad and my blond aunt Maca. Thanks, guys!

Week ...H’c! 27

This is day number 190 and I am 27 weeks now! I have 91 days or 13 weeks left, and I am 67.5% of the way there.

This week, I should weigh around 900 grams (like a head of a cauliflower, not counting the few extra grams if you pickled it, though it’s tastier) and I am about 37 cm long with my legs extended. And as I have no concept of table what so ever, extended for me means not into my mouth.

I am sleeping and waking at regular intervals, opening and closing my eyes, and sometimes even sucking my fingers. With more brain tissue developing, my brain is very active now. While my lungs are still immature, they would be capable of functioning — with a lot of medical help — if I was to be born now.

Some tiny rhythmic movements my mom may be feeling may be coming from my hiccups, and this may be common from now on. Each episode usually lasts only a few H’c moments, and they don't H’c, H’c, bother my mom, she should just relax and enjoy the tickle.

Maybe that is H’c why H’c my mom is so clumsy these H’c days….