It’s 10am. Or 4am. I’m not so sure anymore.
The gut is waking up.
The television is on and some over enthusiastic Chinese man is trying to convince me to pick up the phone and buy something that I can’t possibly live without at 4:30am. It seems dead of the night TV is the same on both sides of the Atlantic.
The gut has just hopped up from the bed thanks to a leg cramp.
ET’s belly made two significant ‘pops’ at 12 and 16 weeks, and it seems that now, at almost 19, it has popped a little more.
We can’t be certain if it is just rumbling intestines or not, but she has been feeling flutters and movements. Very noticeable when cycling, and settling when she has eaten.
The gut has just announced she thinks it’s awake. Not a bad way to start a holiday.
So that’s all three of us with our European body clocks, wide awake in Montreal at 5am.
Any Montreal Monday morning suggestions for me and the mutating mammy?