"When are you coming?" I hear you ask. Well, quite soon actually because I'm nearly 39 weeks old now. We went to see the doctor on Tuesday and mum and dad were so impressed with what they saw on the ultrasound- I was practising breathing and they could see my diaphragm moving up and down. At the moment, mum breathes for me and so I can just sit back and relax but that's about to change. When I'm born I will have to do it all by myself, with my own lungs and mouth, so I'm starting to see what breathing in and out it will feel like and then it wont come as quite a shock when I make my big arrival into the world.
Doctor also said that the ultrasound machine thinks that I am about 4kg which is about 8.8 pounds, which mum thinks is big but not too big. I think she's hoping that I stop fattening up so quickly though in these last couple of weeks but I'm so hungry all the time I just can't promise anything.
Mum and dad have also been talking lots about my name. They are being very indecisive about the whole thing and just when I was getting used to my Arthur Bear label, they have now decided that I might not even be called Arthur. They have drawn up a new shortlist of names just in case I don't "look like an Arthur" when I'm born, whatever that means. To be quite honest, I don't think I'll look much like anything other than a baby (but a rather handsome one at that). These are the names they are toying with now:
Arthur (Artie)
Harry
Archie
Finlay
Jack
In Spain you only have 8 days to register a birth so they'll have to get cracking once I'm born and make their minds up. They will also have to change the sign on my door and the name of this blog if they don't end up choosing Arthur after all, what a palava! Please share your thoughts on our shortlist if you have any...If you know someone called Finlay who is a real pain in the bum we need to know about it or likewise if there's a heroic Harry in your neighbourhood, let us know.
Some people say that your name has the ability to shape who you are as a person and I can see the truth in that theory if you're called something like ramsbottom and teased all your life. But really, what I think is most important, is that you are surrounded by people who love you. And I feel very lucky because I don't have enough fingers, or toes for that matter, to count the amount of people who already love me. I can't wait to meet you all...not long now.
Love from "un-named". (Artie)
I like Arthur Bear best. For me that name conjures up images of a cuddly warm well loved Teddy bear. Paddington Bear does too. But Harry Bear, Archie Bear, Finlay Bear and Jack Bear don't sound as cozy. That's just me though. I agree it's hard deciding on a name, then using it throughout the pregnancy without even meeting him yet. I remember feeling the same with Joey, but I can't image him being anything else, he is such a Joey! We called him Boo Boo (or Boo, even Boobaloo! Lol) as much as Joey after he was born and it stuck. A tradition we continued we the other three after they were born....Madison being named Mads (by Joey), Anthony was named Dinky (Rob's contribution, Stinky Dinky being the full name! It's since become Doodle lol) and Morgan was named Morning by Anthony (however Rob renamed her Missy Moo, or Pissy Poo depending on her mood! Just Missy is typical these days). Anyway, calling Artie simply Bear may feel more comfortable in the beginning. I can't wait to meet him, it's all I can think about these days, snuggling your little Bear. Lots of love, Auntie Melissa.
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