Hi mummy’s friends,
Just a quick update from me to you. All good in Brazil. I love all the food mum is having, so much that her tummy is twice the size it was and everybody is now telling that she is pregnant. She is kinda proud but also scared. It’s very hot, but not unbearable. Actually, you might need to ask dad about that. Mum is fine, so I’m fine. The mosquitos here at granma’s home are the worse. Yuk! I hate mosquitos already.
Granma arranged a ultrasound for mum and this morning they were all (mum, dad and grannie) watching me on a big screen, like in the movies… I’m so much bigger and moving a bit less (well, what do you expect, I don’t have the same space I had before), although I’ve been doing some pilates and yoga in mum’s womb – to stretch, you know? As usual, mum was all happy and proud to see how perfect I am, arms and legs perfectly formed, healthy heart, more developed body, and so on.
But the biggest surprise was yet to come. Today it was officialised to all of them that I’m no longer baby-bean, I’m mini-Chris. Yes, I’m a lovely little girl, mum’s cuttie princess. Although, know my mum, she will treat me like a doll, but she will also make sure I learn to climb trees, run with the boys and other not very girlie stuff. According to her, it helps to know (and understand) a bit more of the opposite sex.
Dad is quite happy to have a baby girl, but don’t talk to him long term about that – he prefers to think that his baby will never grow up.
Grannie already gave me my first pair of Havainas – pink of course.
Now, the mission is to get me a name. At least mum and dad are pretty much in agreement about some few names, they only have to pick up one.
Mum is going to the swimming pool and I’ll have to go with her. Talk to you later.