Upside-Down

I decided it was about time I turned upside down. Don't ask me why, but apparently it's what I was supposed to be doing around now. Mum seemed to be getting a bit concerned that I was still right-side-up. Strange woman.

Anyway, to keep her quiet I've decided to stand on my head for a while. Makes things interesting I suppose - there's not really much to do in here, so I'm grateful for the change of scenery. Plus I get to kick a whole different part of Mum! With only 7 weeks to go I figure it'll save me the job of turning round later on anyway. The way things are going in here there might not be much space to move by then!

Mum went to the doctors again today and they poked and prodded me and put my heartbeat on the speaker for Mum to hear. She seemed happy with it, so I guess I'm doing ok.

Dad was singing to me today - he's preparing to sing a barbershop number for someone's wedding. He's doing the really high notes and even I can hear he's not doing them that well yet. Mum and me are both getting pretty fed up with that song. Come the wedding September I think I'll just cry right through it - that'll teach him...